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‘One of the extras told me yesterday,’ she said. ‘The blonde with the breasts.’
    ‘And how did she know?’
    Kelly looked around again then lowered her head to whisper into Carolyn’s ear. ‘She’s been seeing one of the network producers. That Martin, the young one. He got her the job on this show and he told her they’re going to make Andrea’s part bigger. Apparently the viewers love her.’
    ‘Do they now?’
    ‘They did some market research, that’s what she said.’  Kelly began applying foundation to Carolyn’s cheeks.  ‘And she said Andrea’s going to be taking over the company.’
    ‘What?’
    ‘She’s going to be taking over the company, that’s what she said. The writers are working on the plotlines now.’ She frowned. ‘Didn’t you know?’
    ‘They never tell us anything,’ said Carolyn.
    ‘But something like that, you’d think they’d mention it, wouldn’t you? You’re the star, when all’s said and done.’
    Carolyn laughed bitterly. ‘When it comes to the power plays, we’re right at the bottom of the totem pole,’ she said.
    There was a quick double-knock on the door and Harry appeared with a mug of latte and a croissant for her. ‘Anything else I can get you, Miss Castle?’ he asked.
    ‘Another two hours sleep,’ joked Carolyn.
    It took Kelly just under an hour to get Carolyn ready for shooting, and most of the time was spent on her hair.  Jake Harrington popped in twice to check on her progress. The second time he gave her new pages of dialogue, printed on pale green paper. ‘We did a bit of tweaking last night, sorry about the short notice.’
    ‘No problem,’ she said. She scanned the two sheets, then frowned. ‘You’ve cut my bit back, why’s that?’
    ‘Just a bit of tightening, that’s all.’
    Carolyn put down the sheets. ‘You’ve gutted it, Jake.’
    ‘We’re running over, that’s all, and there were a few lines we could lose,’ he said. ‘I just thought it’d be better to do it now rather than when we’re editing.’
    ‘What about Seb and Andrea?’
    ‘We’ve trimmed everyone back.’ He laughed uneasily. ‘It’s not personal, cross my heart. We’ve just had to lose thirty seconds, that’s all.’ He patted her on the shoulder. ‘It’s still a powerful scene,’ he said. ‘It’s going to be brilliant.’ He winked at her in the mirror and then hurried out.
    Carolyn sighed. ‘He’s nice, isn’t he?’ said Kelly.
    ‘He’s young,’ said Carolyn. ‘Directors always start out nice but it never lasts. The suits wear them down eventually.’
    Kelly spent another ten minutes fussing over Carolyn’s hair before she was satisfied, then Carolyn went through to the wardrobe department to put on the Chanel suit and Prada shoes. Terry Carter, the props manager, appeared with her handbag.  ‘Here you are, darling,’ he said.
    Carolyn took the bag. It was a Louis Vuitton, the latest model.  Like almost all of the bags, clothes and shoes she used on the show, it was a gift from the manufacturer.  Designers were lining up to have their products featured on Rags To Riches as without fail an appearance on the show produced a spike in sales. Many of the designers also sent samples to Carolyn’s home in the hope their goods would appear in her paparazzi shots and while she ended up sending most to charity shops, she still had a wardrobe that would have cost hundreds of thousands of pounds if she’d had to buy them herself. It was one of the many advantages of being famous, and went some way to making up for the complete lack of privacy that went with the job.
    ‘Are you okay? You look tired?’ asked Terry.
    ‘Don’t say that. Kelly has just spent an hour working on me,’ she said.
    ‘A bit of slap isn’t going to fool me,’ said Terry.
    Carolyn laughed. Terry was one of her closest friends, a confidant and a drinking buddy. He also had a great eye for fashion and she much preferred to go out shopping with him than any of her