my husband ," i told him ." is chioef excutive of vistmax . we entertain all the time ."
that did the trick too .
so , three days a week , i schomoozed with journalists , authors , and agents and kept tabs on anniversaries and big public events . i watched television , listened to radio , read books , magazines , and newpapers . i learned rapidly that far from being scarce , ideas were ten a penny , but their implementtation was a different matter . ideas fluttered around the office on gauzy wings but few , oh so few , soared into flight .
now , when anyone asked what i did , i replied ." i'm a deputy development prducer with paradox pictures ." which took a little time to articulate but was all the better for that .certainly , it took longer top say than " 'm at home with twins ."
"morning ," said syriol , the receptionist , who spoke four languages , she was studiedly casual in sass & bide jeans and striped plimsolls and was eating a bowl of granols with one band and sorting the post with other . the script she was trying to write in her spare time was flickering on her screen . thriftily , she had based it on life in a television company .
" morning ." i echoed , picked up the stack of newpapers , and headed for my offic where i dumped them to read later .
friday was the weekly ideas meeting day and armed with a file , i took myself off to the meeting room . this was an ob long box with natural lightt and a coffee machine that emitted a smell that scarped the back of the throat . barry was already in situ and , today , he was dressed in a white linen suit and a black shirt that suggested he was in an executive frame of mind .
deb , the current development producer , in combat trousers and a denim jacket , was logging his every move .
"you seem a bit pale ." barry looked up from the enormous filofax that he favored over his eletronic diary .
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