Diana Palmer - All That Glitters

“Bingo.”

“Then why did you suggest that I take him my designs?”

“Because you’re talented. And I think any man brave enough to take on a failing design firm is brave enough to stick out his neck for something different.” Dee added a remark about a two-man team of Italian designers who’d just burst onto the fashion scene with some romantic Spanish-inspired designs that were selling like hotcakes. “Who’d have backed them last year when women’s suits looked like those communist Chinese uniforms?”

“They did not!” Ivory protested.

“Plain straight-skirted suits with scooped-neck blouses of various colors, and no trim. Yuck! I wouldn’t be caught dead in one!”

“Beats miniskirts.”

Dee reluctantly agreed. “Especially with my legs...”

“Miss Grier!” a strident voice called. “You are not paid to converse with other employees!”

“Yes ma’am, Miss Raines, I was just asking Miss Keene if she wanted to have lunch with me at the new Japanese sushi place.” She smiled sweetly. “You could come, too, if you like.”

“I never eat fish, especially raw fish. God alone knows what pollutants are in the water where they’re caught.” She kept walking, her back like a poker.

Dee’s face reddened as she tried not to laugh. She looked at Ivory, and it was fatal. Mirth burst the restraints, to be quickly disguised as coughing.

Ivory watched her retreat and turned back to her own work before Miss Raines had time to notice that she wasn’t doing what she’d been told. Would it be worth a trip to Mr. Kells’s office to show him those designs? Or would she lose her job? If only she weren’t so afraid of being out of work.

But she was. A homeless shelter was a poor accommodation in November, when snow flurries had already come calling, along with subfreezing temperatures. No, she decided. It might be better to wait just a little longer before she risked everything on such a gamble. Besides, Dee’s description of Mr. Kells as visually challenged niggled at the back of her mind. What if she meant that he only had one eye? It would be just her luck to walk into his office and discover that he was the same ill-tempered, despondent man who’d mistaken her for a beggar and handed her a five-dollar bill for a meal!

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