‘Tommy and Bill?’ William Lyons looked up from his desk and pursed his lips at Bill Rankin. ‘I’ve met Tommy a few times at Motor Shows. He raced MG’s. Is Bill his brother?’
‘They’re husband and wife.’
Lyons continued to look at his marketing manager. ‘Are you sure this is the image we want to be putting across to our customers?’
‘Oh! I assumed you knew.’ Rankin said, stifling a laugh. ‘Her real name is Elsie. She’s as pretty as they come.’
‘Ah.’ Lyons nodded, half looking at the production costings in front of him. ‘Well you know these Fleet Street types. Wouldn’t be surprised at anything they get up to. Still a queer name for a girl though.’
‘She’s a great driver according to Tommy. Knows her way around an engine too. Didn’t like to ask about her name. Seemed a bit rude.’
‘The answers still no. About the works team that is, not about Bill or Elsie or whatever her name is. She sounds fantastic by the way, I look forward to meeting her.’
Rankin looked at his pocket watch. ‘Look, Mr Lyons. Do you want to talk about this tomorrow? It’s almost seven.’
‘It’s now or never, you know what it’s like round here during the day.’ Lyons sat back and looked at his marketing manager. ‘What’s on your mind?’
‘I know we’re not in a position to enter a works team for the
