Here's another chapter. More plot than sex this time. Thanks again to Panaflora for proofing and suggestions.
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Lou was at Jess's desk along with a new face. "This is David, he's going to be based here for the next few weeks, while we agree on the financial outline for the summer collection."
"Hi Jess."
He was a slight man, with tight curly hair and dark almond eyes that glittered warmly when he smiled. The first thing she noticed was that he was very good looking, the second thing was his accent. He sounded like he was from Manchester, like Lauren.
"Jess is my new assistant, David."
Although he was wearing a suit like every other man in the office, it was subtly different. More stylish somehow. When she got a closer look, she realised it wasn't black, or grey or navy, the fabric was a dark brown pinstripe. His shirt wasn't the crisp white she associated with the office wear either, it was cream and it really suited him.
Because he'd worked at the company for a while, everyone else knew him already. He seemed to get on with everyone well, but David and Jess clicked almost immediately. Jess enjoyed working with him immensely. It was more creative than her usual role, but that wasn't the only reason. They just 'got' each other. Before long, they were eating lunch together everyday. They talked about everything, well almost everything. David talked about his love life all the time, happy to confide about all his office crushes, or his latest adventures on Grindr, but Jess hadn't mentioned the thing with Gabriel. She felt uncomfortable talking about him, because they worked together.
David was so beautiful, that sometimes while he was talking Jess was so entranced by staring at his lips, or his eyes, or admiring his flawless skin that she lost track of what he was saying and had to ask him to repeat himself. But most of all he made her laugh, she couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed so much. She was sad David wasn't going to be there beyond two weeks.
*
It was Tuesday, and Jess was sitting in reception, chatting to Iris, waiting for Joanie.
The planned visit was finally happening. Joanie was due to arrive in a taxi at twelve. She was bringing a selection of clothes to show them, and some photos from her time working in Mary Quant's famous boutique on the King's Road.
But Jess was starting to worry, it was nearly ten past, there was no sign of the taxi, and Joanie wasn't answering the phone. Iris was reassuring Jess, and rationally Jess knew it was too soon to panic. Joanie often didn't answer her phone, she wouldn't be able to hear it if she had it in her bag, or see it flashing. But Jess could still feel a tightness building in her chest.
At last a car pulled up out front. Joanie emerged with perfectly set hair, carefully applied make up, all decked out in her favourite jewellery. She was carrying bags in both hands.
"I'm so sorry we're a bit late dear."
The driver, who had already taken Joanie's bags and was carrying them into the foyer, explained about the burst water main on Horn Lane, while Jess took Joanie's arm.
They went upstairs and put everything on the table in the boardroom. Jess showed Joanie around, introduced her to the girls, then checked out the Kitchen and Jess's desk.
"Who does that office belong to?" Joanie asked, pointing at the currently empty glass box in the corner.
"That's Gabri... Mr. Hunter's office. He's head of operations."
"He must be very important, to have his own office I mean."
Jess smiled. "Yes I suppose he is."
They went back to the boardroom. The CEO George arrived, looking dashing in another one of his tweed suits. Then David and Lou, and finally lots of enthusiastic interns from the Fulham office that Jess didn't really know. David went off to fetch one of the more comfortable seats from Lou's office for Joanie to sit on. Joanie tried to say it would be fine, but he insisted.
Finally, Joanie sunk down into the armchair. She reached into a bag and drew out a vibrant green dress, one of the very dresses Jess had almost worn to the stakeholders event in fact. Soon enough the board room was awash with colour. Clothes draped or hung on every surface, Mary Quant, Kiki Byrne, Jean Varon. Ancient, washed out, yellowing photos were spread over the large beech table.
Joanie's eyes fell closed as she ran her fingers over the fabrics and fondled the buttons. Pretty young women poised with pens waited, while Joan seemed to disappear off into her own secret world for a long moment.
Then she started to talk.
Joanie painted a picture so clear and bright, so vivid and detailed, that everyone in the room appeared to hang on every word, and Jess saw a different side to Joanie. She was transported to the King's Road in the 60's, a world so vibrantly painted that when Joanie finally got around to opening the first of the photo albums, the images already seemed familiar.
And Joanie, perched in the centre of it all, was holding court like a queen, telling stories, of being a sewer and sometimes a dress model, of the days when Mary Quant ruled Sloan Street and how The King's Road felt like the centre of the universe, of a vibrant epicentre of creativity and excitement. She told them all about how they used to dress, how she worked in the shop at all hours before she got married. She told them of the wild, extravagant parties, and of the increasingly shorter hemlines and the moral outrage they provoked.
Everyone was entranced. And Jess was shocked at her own emotional response. She felt oddly jealous. She had never seen these pictures before, nor heard these stories. This was a part of Joanie she had no idea existed until the day of the stakeholders event, and she wasn't sure she was ready to share this new Joanie with everyone else.
"I like this faded look," George said thoughtfully,
David was nodding, a small frown on his brow. "We could bring this look to our next catalogue. What do you think Lou? I wonder if this is something we could replicate?"
"The faded look?" Lou asked. "How would we do that? Filters?"
"A slight overexposure would be better," Jess told them. "What kind of camera equipment do you use to shoot the catalogue? Probably digital," she added, answering her own question. "You might want to consider shooting in analogue. It would be a very different process, but it would be more authentic. It would bring a lot to the table."
"Do you know about photography Jess?" George asked.
Joanie jumped in before Jess could answer. "Yes, Jess has a real gift."
"It's true," Lauren added in her no-nonsense way. "I've seen her Instagram feed, she's an awesome photographer."
For the first time that day, all eyes in the room fell on Jess. She squirmed in her seat.
"You really look like Jess in this photo Joanie," David said, "or rather I should say Jess looks like you. Your hair is a little darker, but you have a similar bone structure."
George agreed.
It was at that point Jess realised Gabriel had slipped into the room without her noticing. He was standing back from it all, arms folded, leaning against the wall by the door; watchful and quiet.
She wondered how long he'd been standing there for.
She tore her eyes away from Gabriel, and looked over at her gran. She was having a quieter conversation with David, they were studying the fabric of one of the dresses. There was a light in Joanie's eyes that Jess hadn't seen of late, but she also looked pale and drawn. She had stayed much longer than they'd originally planned.
"Shall I bring you a cup of tea Gran, and then we should make a move. We don't want to wear you out." She shot Lou a meaningful look, hoping for support in the face of the resistance she was sure was going to follow.
"But I'm having such a lovely time dear."
Before Jess could reply, George spoke. "Well you must come back Joan, I haven't had this much fun for ages."
Joanie's face lit up. "I'd love to."
