Grace walked back into the room, having composed herself in the bathroom.
‘I’m so sorry,’ she said to the room.
‘It’s fine,’ said Calypso, smiling at her.
Frank looked at her strangely. ‘You OK?’ he asked.
‘Fine,’ she smiled at him.
Calypso gestured for Grace to sit down again. ‘So tell me, what did you have in mind for the campaign, how did you see it?’
Grace took a deep breath. ‘I want to create iconic scenes from classic films with you in them wearing the classics from Pajaro.’
She felt Frank’s eyes on her; he had no clue this was her idea. She hadn’t discussed it with him and she could tell he wasn’t happy but he said nothing, just folded his arms across his chest.
‘And Tim, I would like you to consider filming the shoot and creating a video clip. I want to get a cool band – something undiscovered and on their way up – to create the soundtrack for it. Then the user can go to iTunes, download the song and the track and watch it. It will be interactive and they can click on the item of clothing in the video and then be taken to the Pajaro website, either through their iPhone or their iPad, or just on their own computer.’
‘I fucking love it!’ said Tim excitedly. ‘What do you think, sweetie?’ he asked Calypso.
‘Well, it’s a great idea but I have an eight month old baby. I’m not exactly in great shape,’ she said, looking down at her slim frame.
‘I cannot see any evidence of that in any way and even if it were true then we would dress you accordingly. I want to get Sophie Thomas to style this,’ said Grace cajolingly.
‘I love Sophie!’ cried Calypso. ‘She did a wardrobe overhaul for a friend of mine that changed her life.’ Tim looked at Calypso quizzically. ‘Rose,’ she mouthed, and he nodded.
Calypso sat thinking. ‘How long would you need me for? I am still feeding Augie.’
‘We could work around your schedule,’ said Grace quickly.
‘And could you shoot here, in LA?’
‘Of course,’ said Grace, thinking about the logistics.
Calypso looked at TG who shrugged and smiled at her.
She turned to Frank. ‘Well, Mr Bike Courier, what do you think?’
TG tried unsuccessfully not to laugh. Grace watched the three of them and saw Frank blush.
‘There is nothing wrong with being a courier. We use them all the time, they are very helpful,’ she said in Frank’s defence.
‘Oh, I know,’ said Calypso quickly. ‘It’s just that Frank could be so much more,’ she said cloyingly.
Frank glared at her.
‘Some people take time to get to where they are meant to be,’ Grace said, thinking of Violetta.
‘You are right, it has taken me twenty-seven years to get here,’ said Calypso, smiling at TG and then turning back to Grace. ‘I’ll do it! You’ll need to talk to my manager, Mandy, who can work out all the details and what I will need.’
‘She’s really demanding on set,’ TG said conspiratorially to Grace. ‘She only likes red M&Ms and requires a room filled with tiny white bunnies, all female.’
Grace looked horrified but then masked her face, took out her Hermes notepad and pen, and started to write down notes.
Calypso threw a grape at him. ‘That it so not true,’ she cried.
August picked the grape up, squashed it between his fingers and then shoved it into his mouth.
‘They have to be male bunnies,’ she said.
