Campaign for Love by Annabelle Stevens, Sorcha MacMurrough

closely
    with Quentin might be too close for comfort after what they had
    shared
    together. But it was also too good a chance to miss. "Thank you. I'm
    flattered at your trust in me."
     
     
"You needn't be. You're very good. I can't believe any company was
    foolish enough to let you get away, but I'm glad they did. Their
    loss
    is our gain."
     
     
The taxi pulled up in front of Elder and Rubin and Suzanna said,
    "Don't
    bother to get out, Barry. You've given me enough time in your busy
    day.
    Keep the cab and get back to the office. I'll go on up and tell
    Quentin
    how much we've accomplished."
     
     
"Okay, Suzanna, if you're sure you don't mind?"
     
     
"Not at all." She offered her hand. "Goodbye, Barry, and thanks for
    the
    lovely lunch." Then she skipped out of the taxi nimbly.
     
     
"Goodbye, Suzanna. The pleasure was all mine," Barry called after
    her
    before she waved and then closed the door.
     
     
The taxi nosed out into the traffic as Suzanna entered the building.
    She stepped into the elevator and was soon back in her own office.
     
     
Quentin wasn't at his desk, so apparently she hadn't been missed.
    She
    hurriedly logged on and type up her notes on what had happened that
    morning, and follow up with a list of action steps.
     
     
She had just started to work on a new layout when Quentin returned
    from
    lunch.
     
     
"Hi!" he called in to her. "How was your date with Barry?"
     
     
"It wasn't a date, but it was a super lunch," she replied as he
    approached her. "Barry is really a charming man."
     
     
"Oh? So we're on a first name basis already, are we?" he retorted,
    unable to keep a twinge of sarcasm out of his voice.
     
     
She blinked up at him. "He suggested it. We had a very comfortable
    luncheon. He made me feel as if I'd known him forever."
     
     
"He called to tell me he was taking you to lunch. He also asked that
    we
    handle the Imperial Foods account exclusively. When I told him it
    had
    to be cleared with management, he got right on it. Elder and Rubin
    both
    approved, so it's official. We're in this together all the way from
    now
    on. I told you we'd make a great team."
     
     
"Barry told me a little about his plans over lunch. He shares your
    opinion."
     
     
"I hope we do as well on the Femme Fatale cosmetic account."
     
     
"So do I. What has the reaction been so far?"
     
     
"They liked your idea of using one model for the whole campaign and
    using her as a sort of trademark, Femme Fatale personified. She will
    have to be dark and sultry looking, I think, but not too exotic, so
    that women can identify with her.
     
     
"I had a look at the photos you picked out from the modeling books,
    and
    have to say that any one of them would do. We'll find out more soon
    enough, and will get to meet the girls and choose. We have an
    appointment with the president of the company and his assistant
    first
    thing Wednesday morning."
     
     
She smiled. "That sounds exciting. One more thing about Barry
    Jarvis,
    though. He sort of wangled an invitation to my place for some of my
    German cooking. I told him I'd make it a small dinner party. Are you
    free this Friday?"
     
     
He knitted his brows together, but nodded. "Yes, I am. Who else were
    you planning on inviting?"
     
     
"Well, since I'm planning on serving 'Himmel und Erte,' which calls
    for
    his Spudz, I thought I'd ask Cyrus Reed and his wife. It won't seem
    like currying favor, since we already have the account, will it?"
     
     
"No, I think Cyrus would like that. Is that it, five people?"
     
     
Suzanna looked thoughtful. "As a matter of fact, I thought I might
    ask
    a friend as the sixth."
     
     
"It's a great idea, but you'd better call Cyrus and Barry right away
    to
    make sure they have no other plans."
     
     
She nodded. "I'll get on it immediately. I just wanted to clear it
    with
    you first."
     
     
She did so, and the men accepted with alacrity. Suzanna also called
    Elsa at her office and received another enthusiastic