Just Rewards. Barbara Taylor Bradford

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СКАЧАТЬ ‘I think one of those boring departments such as mattresses would have to go. But seriously, we could carve out space. I know this store inside out and we could do it.’

      ‘I guess it doesn’t have to be a huge spa, just unique.’

      ‘That’s it exactly. Evan, listen, don’t you think we ought to have more places to eat? Snack bars, for instance. Especially on the ground floor near the food halls. We could feature shellfish, pizza, hot dogs, deli sandwiches, and pastas. The kind of fast food that’s actually tasty. I’m sure they’d be successful, and they would appeal to people who work in Knightsbridge and the areas nearby, as well as our customers.’

      ‘That’s a great suggestion,’ Evan agreed, ‘and the bars would be popular. I can feel my mouth watering just at the thought. What I wouldn’t give for a plate of oysters right now.’

      ‘And ice cream on top, I’ve no doubt,’ Linnet said, grinning at her. ‘Isn’t that your favourite lunch these days?’

      Evan shook her head. ‘Not quite, although I have had a few peculiar longings for some very strange food combinations.’

      Linnet leaned forward, her expression intense. ‘I’d appreciate any ideas you might have, Evan, you’re always so creative, and I do think we really have to revamp the store. A little bit anyway.’

      Evan nodded. ‘I agree …’ She paused, hesitating, and then confided, ‘I did have an idea a while back. A floor devoted to brides. Called … BRIDE. Naturally we would feature bridal gowns, bridesmaids’ dresses, page-boy suits, and all those things. But we could also sell bridal shoes, jewellery, gifts for the bridesmaids, and even bridal lingerie. And there’s another thing: in the States wedding-planners are very popular, and we could offer that kind of service as well. People would welcome it.’

      ‘Evan, I love it! What a brilliant idea. And what about the Evan Hughes Bridal Collection? You know you’d love to design bridal gowns. How about it?’

      Evan considered Linnet’s words. ‘I think I’d enjoy that. I guess I’ve been itching to design again.’ Evan’s enthusiasm was apparent. ‘Actually, the store has had inquiries about your wedding gown. There were lots of photographs in the newspapers, and women seemed taken with it.’

      ‘I don’t blame them, you created something out of this world. So, let’s sell it to them,’ Linnet replied in a rush, and at the same pace she continued, ‘Also, I think your idea for an entire floor for brides is inspirational. I’d really appreciate it if you could give me something on paper. As soon as possible.’

      ‘I’ve got a lot of stuff on my computer already. I’ll print it out for you before I go to Yorkshire.’

      ‘Thanks. When are you going to Pennistone Royal?’

      ‘In three days. Gideon and I are driving up on Saturday. I’m glad. I’m already a bit panicky to tell you the truth, I feel as if I’m about to give birth at any moment.’ She said this lightly, laughing as she spoke, but she was genuinely worried that this actually might happen.

      So was Linnet, although she also laughed and tried to reassure Evan. ‘You’ll be fine, darling. Julian and I will be there for the weekend, so I can help with any last-minute details for your wedding.’

      ‘That’s lovely, thanks for offering, but there’s not much to do. It’s only the family, after all.’

      ‘Your parents are coming over though, aren’t they?’

      ‘Oh yes, and my sisters. My mother’s already here, she arrived several days ago, and the others will be flying in next week. Robin’s being wonderful, very kind, and he’s invited my parents and sisters to stay at Lackland Priory.’

      ‘Well, that’s nice of him, of course, but don’t forget you’ve given him a new lease of life, Evan. Mummy says he’s never looked better. And India tells me that Great-Aunt Edwina is bursting with joie de vivre, at the top of her form.’

      ‘So I’ve heard, but that’s surely because India is going to marry Dusty at Clonloughlin this summer. A big fancy wedding is just up Great-Aunt Edwina’s alley,’ Evan pointed out with a huge grin.

      Linnet agreed, then pushed herself to her feet and picked up her coat. ‘I’d better go, I’ve loads of paperwork to catch up with. Thanks for listening, and for your input. It was just what I needed.’ She paused at the door, blew a kiss. ‘I’ll see you later.’ Smiling, she was gone.

      Evan gazed at the door, her face already clouding over.

      She was fully aware that Linnet’s nonchalance was assumed, that in fact she was concerned, worried what her mother’s reaction would be to her ideas for the Knightsbridge store. Although they were not particularly radical, Evan knew they would fall flat. As a newcomer, she saw Paula O’Neill from an entirely different viewpoint from her daughters and India Standish, Paula’s niece. Evan was aware that their boss was a woman who had become a trifle set in her ways. She was also determined to keep Harte’s in its traditional mode, to keep its image intact. What Linnet wanted to do wouldn’t destroy Harte’s image. On the other hand, Paula would be upset. She was Emma Harte’s granddaughter and heiress, and she never deviated from the rules set down by Emma. Having run Harte’s in exactly the same way for well over thirty years, since before Emma’s death, she wasn’t likely to make any changes now.

      There’ll be trouble between them, Evan suddenly thought with a sense of foreboding. Real trouble.

      Endeavouring to brush this irrational feeling aside, she turned to her computer, went to her plans for the bridal floor. She hoped to lose herself in her work, but this did not happen. That peculiar sense of uneasiness persisted, and it disturbed her.

CHAPTER TWO

      He could see her in the distance, high above him riding on the escalator, obviously heading for the upper floors of the store.

      The bright red hair was a fiery halo around her face, impossible to miss, as was the sleek silhouette of her smartly-tailored black suit, austere except for the touches of white at the collar and cuffs.

      She was the spitting image of Emma Harte and knew that she was, because everyone had told her this for years. And they had also told her how smart she was and canny, like her great-grandmother, and that she had inherited her intelligence, vivaciousness and drive. But, Jack Figg, head of Security and old family friend, suddenly wondered, had anyone ever told her that she, and only she in the entire family, had been lucky enough to inherit Emma’s enormous glamour as well. Certainly Linnet was much more glamorous than Paula or her half-sister, Tessa Fairley. In fact, Linnet stole everyone’s thunder on that score.

      Such a hard thing to define, glamour, Jack thought, walking towards the escalator. It couldn’t be acquired. A person was either born with it or not … glamour was innate, something which came from within. It had nothing to do with the length of a woman’s hair or its colour, or the beauty of her skin, or her face and figure. Glamour had much more to do with enormous presence and charisma, rather than anything else. And those lucky enough to possess it, be it man or woman, made an impact wherever they went, always caused heads to turn, induced people to make a beeline for them.

      A small smile flickered on Jack’s face as he stepped onto the escalator, and he acknowledged, somewhat ruefully, that he was prejudiced СКАЧАТЬ