Child’s PLAY
Laurie closed the front door and slumped back against it, Margo’s rebuke, delivered at a volume that could be heard the length of the office, echoing in her head. Jan DeVries, the newly discovered designer who’d flown in from the Netherlands to discuss granting Margo’s mag exclusive coverage of the eagerly awaited DeVries bridal range, had left and the sought-after scoop she’d been chasing for weeks would go to rivals All Sewn Up instead. And it was all Laurie’s fault…
‘But I thought you’d realise,’ she’d faltered. ‘I did, as soon as I saw Jan in person.’
‘Then it’s a shame you didn’t tell me,’ Margo had ranted. ‘Instead you stood there letting me insult the man, over and over again.’
‘I’VE HAD IT WITH YOUR CRITICISM, MEANNESS, AND SARCASM’
Laurie felt that was a bit rich. Agreed, DeVries, with his curly fair hair, peach suede loafers and oatmeal-coloured suit, did have a rather androgynous look. But if everyone
