Those Angstrom Men!. by Edwina J White Read Free Book Online Page A

they got to the cheese and biscuits, Mavis was into full wedding mode.
    She’d always wanted to plan a wedding, but with two boys and no daughter, had never imagined she’d have the pleasure. With Maggie’s own mother living in Australia, Mavis could have her dream come true…
    Mavis thought they should get married in the garden, when all the dahlias were in full bloom. She offered to look after all the details. Maggie threw up her hands and nodded.
    Brian Angstrom got Maggie’s mother’s address, so he could send tickets from Australia to England for a month’s holiday around the wedding.
    Mavis was on the telephone to Maggie’s mother before Ian’s car was half way down the drive.
    When they got back to London, they moved the rest of Maggie’s clothes and bits and pieces to Ian’s.
    Jill was delighted when asked to be the maid of honour.    
    Monday, Maggie met the girls from Angstrom and Associates for lunch.
    “Have you seen the Daily Tattle this morning?” asked Amanda.
    “No, why?” said Maggie, “I don’t usually read that tabloid.”
    “Ian Angstrom must be getting engaged. The Daily Tattle reporter saw him at Cartier Friday, looking at diamonds. They got a picture, but his companion’s face was totally masked by his hand.”
    Maggie smiled. “It’s nice he wanted to preserve her anonymity, isn’t it.”
    “I wonder who she is?” said Linda. “Probably some wealthy heiress.”
    “I thought you said he was going out with a career girl?” Make up your mind,” said Amanda.
    “Yes, Linda,” said Elizabeth. “It’s probably the career woman and he didn’t want to attract the wrong kind of attention to her.”
    “I’m sure she’s quite beautiful,” said Amanda. “She’d have to be, to compete with all the models he used to date.”
    “Perhaps she’s quite ordinary,” ventured Maggie.
    “Oh, no,” said Linda, shocked. “Mr. Angstrom doesn’t do ordinary.”
    “Perhaps he wants to do ordinary, and the press won’t let him?”
    “Why should he settle for ordinary when he can have any woman he wants?” Amanda retorted.
    “How’s life at the magazine?” asked Gloria, steering the conversation away from her boss, as a good P.A. should.
    “Interesting. I have a column now as well as the editing, and I met Mr. Brian Angstrom on Thursday. He’s very sweet, isn’t he, when you get to know him?”
    “He scares me,” admitted Elizabeth.
    “Oh, he’s really a pussycat,” smiled Maggie. “Totally wrapped up in his family and his dahlias.”
    “I thought he grows roses,” said Amanda.
    “No, dahlias. He won second prize at the Chelsea Flower Show for his dahlias last year, so he’s going all out for the Gold Cup this year. He’s got three thousand seedlings started in his greenhouse. He and Ian are going to pot them next weekend.”
    “Really? You must have had quite a chat with him,” said Linda enviously.
    Maggie smiled. “I did. We were having a very good visit and then Ian came in.”
    “So now you know what Ian Angstrom looks like, Maggie.”
    “ Yes, and I was quite surprised. I’d met him some time ago, you see, and I didn’t know his last name was Angstrom. He’d actually told me it was Armstrong, to protect his privacy. That publicity made him cautious.”
    “Socially? You know him socially?”
    “Mmmm...”
    “But when we asked you to contact your media sources you wouldn’t,” complained Amanda.
    “Well, first off, I didn’t know the Ian I know was the Ian who is our owner, and secondly, everybody’s entitled to privacy, aren’t they? How would you like your lo ve life plastered all over the newsstands? It can’t be very nice, can it? Everybody speculating about the people you date?”
    “I don’t suppose it would be very nice,” said Elizabeth.
    “Oh, I don’t know,” said Amanda. “It might be quite exciting.”
    “Your hair and makeup would always have to be perfect, Amanda. You could never just pull on a jacket over your ratty