@LucyB Nice bag work, Cinders! What’s occurring?

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WelshWitch, [+] Wed 1 Dec 16:08

@LucyB What’s the b*****d done, sweetie?

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jenpb, [+] Wed 1 Dec 16:09

@LucyB DM me a contact number. You’re going to need help.

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prguru, [+] Wed 1 Dec 16:12

Too true, she thought, the smile fading. But not from ‘prguru’, aka Mr Public Relations, the man famous for selling grubby secrets to grubby newspapers and gossip mags. It didn’t matter to him if you were a model in rehab, a politician having an affair with his PA or the victim of some terrible tragedy. He’d sell your story for hard cash and turn you into a celebrity overnight.

Nor any of the other public relations types lining up to jump in and feed off her story. As if she’d trust anyone in the PR business ever again.

She wasn’t sure how long the phone would function- Rupert would surely pull the plug the minute he thought of it-so she quickly thumbed in a message to her followers while she had the chance.

And maybe she should update her diary, too. Just in case anything happened to her. Something else her hairdresser had clued her up on. That she could set up a private web document, record her thoughts on her phone and then send it to be stored on her own private Internet space.

‘Think of it as your pension, princess,’ he’d said.

She’d thought him cynical, but she had started keeping a diary, mostly because there were some things she hadn’t been able to confide to anyone else.

Diary update: Day hit the skids after the photoshoot when I realised I’d forgotten the wedding file and went to the office to borrow R’s copy. His dragon of a personal assistant had gone with him to the Lucy B press launch and her assistant is on holiday so there was a temp holding the fort or I would never have been handed the key to his private filing cabinet.