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MOVE ALONG

"Maybe I'm just being picky but I honestly found YSL's new collection to be a little...predictable." Reclining back in her office chair, Maryse spoke into the phone, lazily examining a perfectly manicured nail. "It was nice but wasn't masculine tailoring the key feature of last–"

Her call with the head buyer at Bendels was interrupted by a loud of ripple of laughter from outside the office. She had been aware of some commotion outside for a while but had ignored it; only now was it distracting her.

"Lisa, can I call you back in a couple of minutes? I have some important business to sort out. Merci."

Putting on her best HBIC scowl, the one that she knew terrified the life out of the young impressionable interns, the blonde put the phone down and strutted out of her office. She understood their excitement, after all, she used to be one of them, but when she was young, there were always women that terrified her and Maryse was pleased to take on that role.

"What's going on out here?"

The sea of girls parted and Rosa Mendes stood in the middle of them, beaming. Lifting her hand, she revealed one of the biggest diamond rings that Maryse had ever.

Rosa and Maryse had both started at M around the same time and worked up the ladder together. Whilst the blonde tried not to have too many friends around the office, she considered Rosa closer than an acquaintance or colleague, which was more than she could say about most of her other co-workers. They came from different backgrounds – Maryse was a hard working college student who knew where she wanted to go in life whilst Rosa was a party girl with a big wardrobe – but their careers had moved in similar directions around the same time so she felt a mutual respect between the two.

"Oh my goodness, Alberto proposed?"

"At the weekend. It was our one year anniversary so he flew us out to Dubai. It was the most romantic weekend and then we were having dinner looking out on the ocean and he got down on one knee... It was so perfect, I burst into tears."

This didn't surprise Maryse much – after years of social climbing, Rosa had landed herself a multi-millionaire who practically grew money on trees. Regardless of this, on the few occasions she had seen them together, they appeared genuinely in love. "I'm so happy for you," Maryse told her truthfully, finding it impossible to tear her eyes away from the giant rock that kept catching the light.

"Have you started thinking about the wedding?" One of the other girls piped up.

"Next summer. I'm meeting with the wedding planner tomorrow and we're going to view The Plaza on Friday." There was a collective squeal from the girls. "We've only known each other for a year and it's quick, we know that, but it feels right." Rosa turned to Maryse, the only married woman there. "When you know, you know, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess you do." She replied quickly. "Maybe we should all be getting back to work?" The throng of girls disappeared back to their respective offices and desks, leaving just Maryse and the bride-to-be.

"I'm actually glad you sent them away because I wanted to talk to you. Alone. Alberto and I are having an engagement party – no date yet because I'll decide that with the wedding planner – and I told the other girls it was a family only thing because honestly, I imagine some of them will show up for one reason – looking for rich men–"

Well, you'd know, Maryse thought.

"–and I know you won't be like that. I mean, you're married after all. Anyway, I'd love it if you could come. And Ted. You are both cordially invited."

She froze. "Oh I don't know, Ted's very busy with work at the moment–"

"Come on, it'll be a fabulous night. In fact, it'll be a great chance for Ted to build up business contacts. Some of the wealthiest, most influential people in the city will be there and they're always looking for interior designers–"

"Ted's an architect."

"That's even better! They always want to make new offices, right? New offices mean new buildings which mean new architects... Just say you'll both be there? There's an open bar which will be stocked with champagne – how can you say no to that?"

Maryse laughed politely. It didn't seem there was any way to get out of it so the question was, how was she supposed to get her estranged husband to come to a party and pretend that nothing was wrong between them? If Maryse and Ted didn't attend together, Rosa would suspect something was wrong between the pair and she had a big mouth. Keeping up appearances was important in this environment.

But it was easier said than done; Maryse hadn't spoken to her husband in weeks and it didn't seem an option to just call him up and ask him to come with her. Then again, perhaps this party was what they needed to get them talking again. Anything that would break the silence between them.

She shrugged. "I guess we'll be there."

Now she had to get Ted onboard.

I'm swinging by after work – I have big news!

As she came through the front door, Kelly glanced briefly at the text Cody had sent her before she headed over to the couch and flopped face down on it. This day had gone on forever; Cody had set her up with four auditions and as if that wasn't draining enough, she had to fill in for someone else at Marcella's in the evening. Even worse, she had to deal with a table of businessmen, none of whom could be said to be acting professionally around the attractive waitress.

Clearing waitressing from her mind, she thought about the auditions. If she'd known how many TV connections Cody had, she would have begged him to be her agent back in college. Since leaving Vickie, she was going to way more casting calls and although they were small parts, it was paid acting work and she was meeting directors and other actors. Weren't connections supposed to be everything in this industry? It's not what you know, but who you know...

Almost two hours passed before Kelly woke up and glanced at the clock; she must've fallen asleep. The sound of her grumbling stomach made her aware of how hungry she was; she hadn't eaten since lunch because the restaurant was so packed, she had barely had time to think about taking a break. Another loud rumble from her stomach and she heaved herself up, loping to the kitchen area to find herself dinner. There was some pasta salad left over from the previous evening which she decided to tuck into, carrying the dish back to the couch.

Before she could take a bite, her cell phone buzzed against the coffee table. Assuming it was Cody letting her know he was on his way, she picked up the phone without even looking to see who was calling her "Yes?"

"Kelly?"

"Justin?" Suddenly wide awake at the sound of her boyfriend's voice, the blonde put the dish down and sat upright. "Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me. Did I catch you at a bad time?"

"No, no, sorry I just fell asleep on the couch after work so I'm probably still half asleep. It's so good to hear from you – I miss you like crazy. Tell me all about L.A."

There was only a three hour time difference between them but their busy schedules meant they never found the time to talk anymore. With Kelly getting more work than usual, she was never around when Justin called her and when she tried to call him, he was on a shoot or at a party 'getting connected'.

"It's fantastic out here, Kells, you'd love it. Especially the weather."

"Don't make me jealous – the apartment has been freezing these past few days!" She giggled, curling up under the blanket they kept on the couch. "I guess you're insanely busy with work."

"You bet. I've done all the Gillette shooting so now when I'm not promoting that, I'm sorting out other campaigns. I booked a Paco Rabane shoot for their new fragrance last week and I have an audition for G-Star tomorrow."

"Wow, you really are getting a lot of attention." Although she was proud of him, she couldn't help but feel a little envious. Here she was, stuck in the rainy city, running from audition to audition before spending her evenings in a hot Italian restaurant and he was sunning himself in Los Angeles, having casting directors fawning over him. "So what time is it with you now? Eight pm? Ready for a quiet night in the hotel?"

"Not quite. There's a Diesel show and my agent wants me to go along and 'mingle' with the creative team because they need a male face for their new campaign."

There was a knock at the door and Kelly saw Cody's smiling face through the glass window. He made a 'can I come in?' gesture, to which she nodded.

"Kelly, you still there?" Justin asked.

"Yeah, I am."

"You sound a bit distracted. Is everything alright?"

"I'm fine – like I said, I'm just a little tired. It's been a long week."

"Hang on a second," there was a pause as she heard a knock at his hotel room door, a sound of a conversation with another male and a loud ripple of laughter, "tell you what – I'm about to go out so shall I call you tomorrow morning?"

"I'd like that."

"Okay, get a good night's sleep. Love you."

"Love you too." She hung up and tossed the phone back onto the table, before picking up the dish of pasta as Cody came and sat down next to her with a beer he'd grabbed from her fridge. Nice to see he was making himself at home, she thought with a smile.

"Was that Justin?" She nodded. "How is he?"

"He's good. Got campaigns pouring out of his ears by the sounds of things."

"I'm not surprised. He's got that commercial look that the LA fashion types would love." Noticing the sad look on the blonde's face, he nudged her lightly. "Hey, you okay?"

"I dunno... Maybe I'm jealous of the success he seems to be having. Of course I'm happy for him – he's worked just as hard as I have – but since he's gone to LA, he's having all the luck in the world and I'm not. I mean, what's to stop me packing up and going to California?"

"Wait, so you don't think that getting a recurring role in season two of Smash is making it?"

It took Kelly a moment to process what Cody had said to her. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"The guy from the Boardwalk Empire audition didn't think you were right for the part but he also works for Smash and they have a role next season which he thinks you'll be perfect for. The part's this small town girl who moves to New York, yadda yadda yadda, you know the rest. You'll be in about six episodes next season, maybe more if they like you.."

"That's incredible!" She leapt forward, throwing her arms around Cody. "My God, this is the break I've been waiting for! Is it a sure thing or not?"

"Joel needs to talk it over with the producers but he's the top guy – they aren't going to go against him. You've got this, Kell. This is the beginning of something big for you."

"I can't believe it," she was speechless. "What am I supposed to say?"

"Well, you could say thank you Cody. And you could take me out and buy me a drink because you don't have very good beer in your house."

She rolled her eyes, getting to her feet and grabbing her jacket. "Come on, let's go get drunk." Just before they left, she stopped him at the door, "and in case I'm too wasted for you to take me serious when I say this later – thank you. For everything."

Tiffany had always found that after a long day of hard work, there was nothing more rewarding than coming home, kicking off her shoes and pouring herself a glass of chilled white wine.

When she got home that night, however, she was pleasantly surprised to find that for once, her fiancée was home before she was. A forgotten Otis Redding CD was playing quietly on the speakers, the living room was dimly lit by dozens of candles and there was a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne chilling inside, waiting for her on the coffee table. She hadn't had a surprise this romantic since her proposal so what was all this for? And where on earth did he find that CD?

Drew came out from the kitchen to greet Tiffany, with a kiss on the lips. "Good evening, beautiful."

"What is all this?"

"Can't a man treat his future wife like princess once in a while?"

"I'm not complaining, I'm just taken aback by how...surprising and lovely this all is." She kissed him again. "What's going on?"

"I'm glad you like it. I set it up because I have something important to tell you and I wanted to make it memorable."

"You do? Is this something good or bad?"

"I like to think it's good." He smiled secretively.

"Well, can I quickly freshen up first?"

"That's fine, do whatever you need to do. No rush."

"I won't be long, I promise." The blonde dashed up the stairs, stripping off her clothes as she went, before jumping into the shower. Once clean, she slipped into a clean dress, dried her hair before scraping it up loosely and dabbing on a little lipstick and some mascara.

"I think, if it's possible, you get more and more stunning every day." When Tiffany came down the stairs, Drew was waiting for her. He held out his hand and led her into the living room, sitting her down on the couch next to him.

"That's very sweet of you to say," she smiled, watching as he poured two flutes of champagne. She honestly had no idea what this news was – she was intrigued. "So what is this big news you have to tell me?"

"Okay," he began, "as you know, I've been spending a lot of time at the office and I've been working extremely hard but it's all for a good reason. I've been in the pipeline for a big promotion, and when I say big promotion, I mean big. I'm the youngest guy in the fold so I've had to prove myself."

"Well, that sounds fantastic. Have you heard anything?"

"Yeah, they got back to me today."

"And?"

"I got the job."

"That's amazing!" She leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek and gave him a hug. "I'm so happy for you."

"It's amazing. Not only is it more money, but because it involves me acting in a more senior position, it means I won't be working as many hours and we have time to focus on our future together; our wedding and whatever comes after that for us."

"I'm speechless. This is amazing." It was amazing; all the things she wanted to happen with Drew were finally happening. He was becoming the man she fell in love with and wanted to spend her life with.

"There's just one catch that you need to be aware of."

"What's that?"

"The job is in Glasgow."

She almost spat out her champagne, before lifting her hand up to cover her mouth. "Glasgow?"

"Yes. I'll basically be running the office over there and if I take the job, we'll need to move over there as soon as possible. Whilst we look for a house, work will set us up with a temporary apartment in the city and we can–"

"Drew, slow down, this is a lot to take in. Just give me a second... Glasgow, as in, Scotland?"

"I know it's going to be a big change–"

"Big change is an understatement. My whole life is here; my job, my friends, my family–" Jay.

"You'll find a new job. Or you know, I'll be earning enough that you can take a break from teaching and focus on your writing – I know you've always wanted to have the time to do that and maybe this is the chance for you to–"

"Okay, the job I can get over but what about the people in my life? What about my parents? And my friends, I've got Kelly and–" Jay.

"Like I said, I know it's a big change but when I came to New York, you were the only person I knew. I made new friends and kept in touch with my friends from back home. You can do the same." He paused, noticing the concern on his fiancée's face. "I'm not going to ask you to make a decision right now because I get it, it's life-changing, but Tiff, I know we'll be happy together in Glasgow. I know it. I just need you to get onboard and back me."

Get onboard? Back me? He was making this move sound like a business deal. It was so much more than that. Drew talked about how his life changed when he moved to America but when he did that, he only had himself to think of; now there were two lives involved. And it wasn't as if they were moving to a different city, or even across the country. Scotland was about three thousand miles from where they were and that was scary as hell.

Tiffany was happy with her life. She had a job she loved, she had her family and friends where she needed them and things were finally looking up with Drew, but there was one factor that kept coming up in her head and that was Jay. If she moved to another country, would that be effectively ending whatever was going on between them? Did she have to speak to him before she made a decision?

"I think I need another drink." The blonde muttered, downing a glass of champagne.

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