May 10th 2016

Sorry for the later than usual update. I was holding this update as a hostage that wouldn't get released until I updated Good Morning, Beautiful I needed motivation to finish that update, so... yeah!

But here it is, in all its unedited glory.

Sarah, xx

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"How is it going?"

"Why are you whispering?"

"Because. So, how is it going? You're still alive, I see."

"Yes, I'm still alive. Barely. Your mother's been shooting daggers at me all afternoon, though."

"Literally or metaphorically?"

"Metaphorically. Why, would she literally shoot daggers at me?"

"Possibly. She's French, so you never know."

"God, you're not instilling much confidence in me, Soph."

"..."

"Soph?"

"Hm?"

"You ok?"

"Yep. Great. Dandy. So... back to the board meeting. Tell me what's going on."

"I thought you already knew what's going on."

"Well, between my mother and Samuel texting me updates, I'm kinda up to speed, but I just wanted to hear it from your point of view."

"Your mother and my brother are texting you during the meeting"

"Um... no?"

"We're discussing possible fundraisers for the foundation."

"How's that going?"

"Battle of wits at the moment."

"How come?"

"Your mother and my grandmother are currently locked in a battle about what they think would be a good fundraiser to do."

"Who is winning?"

"Hard to tell. Your mum is yelling in French and my grandmother is yelling in German. So... I'm not proficient in either language."

"Connie's yelling in German?"

"Yes."

"And she's yelling German at my mother?"

"Yes."

"Haha. Go back in there and record the damn thing!"

"Why?2

"Because that is hilarious. Seriously, go film it!"

"I'm not filming it!"

"Spoil sport. Fine, I'll just text Samuel and ask him to do it instead."

"You do that."

"Done. Right, back to this fundraising. I have an idea, ok?"

"Right."

"But you've got to pass it off as your own."

"Ok."

"Well, you know how the Met Gala happens every year in New York? Well, what if we did something similar in London?"

"Is that possible?"

"It could be. With the right people in place and with the right backing, it's do-able."

"And who could back us?"

"The V and A Museum, to begin with. With the treasure trove of fashion and jewels your family have hidden up in that attic, there's enough for at least ten years worth of exhibitions."

"But we need more than just the V and A."

"Vogue, naturally. Doré, but my mother doesn't know that yet. And of course, The Courtenay Foundation."

"You've thought a lot about this."

"I have."

"Do you by any chance have any of this written down somewhere?"

"I do indeed."

"You want to do this?"

"Yes."

"Ok, then let's put it on the table. If the Board go for it, would you be willing to present it?"

"Oh, hell no am I presenting it. I'll send it to you and you can present it."

"Right, because this sounds like something that I've come up with! They're going to know that this was your idea, Soph."

"Hm... what if I send Jasmine over under the pretence that she's helping you put the presentation together? She can go through it all with you. Jasmine helped me come up with it all, so she's very knowledgeable."

"Is she going to shoot daggers at me too?"

"No. If she does that, I'll fire her."

"Even though she's the best assistant you've ever had?"

"Yes."

"Would she go for it, though?"

"-Jasmine, get in here!-"

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"-How would you like a nice trip to London?-"

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"Daniel, what's the weather in London like?"

"Rainy."

"-It's warm and sunny.-"

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"-Jasmine, please. I need you to help Daniel understand our idea for the fundraiser.-"

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"See, not my biggest fan."

"-I'm not asking you to like him, Jasmine. I just need you to work with him on this.-"

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"Which would be?"

"-What?-"

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"With who?"

"-With who?-"

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"Done."

"-Ew, why? He's such a pervert.-"

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"-Fine, you can have your date with Samuel and his nice hair.-"

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"-Private jet and a night in the Sophie Suite at eh Delaney in Knightbridge.-"

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"Did you hear that, Daniel?"

"Every word."

"Ok, now go back in there and tell them your idea."

"They're still going to know it was your idea."

"My ideas are your ideas. Danphie's ideas, got it?"

"Got it. So, what are you wearing today?"

"You're despicable."

"I know."

"I'm hanging up now."

"Sure thing, 'gator."

"Bye, baboon."