Free Not Famous in Hollywood (Not in Hollywood Book 1) by Leonie Gant Page A

completely
lousy day.
    The next
morning I found myself standing in the reception area of Bliss
being eyed off by perky little Cindi, as her badge proudly
proclaimed. I could now see why Jorge had not been able to get
through to help me yesterday. That door which led to the inner
sanctum had an electronic lock. You either needed a security code
or access to the little button which was obviously underneath
Cindi’s desk. Obviously Cindi had been here yesterday and had seen
that I had been led out of here in handcuffs, because she did not
seem keen to let me in.
    “ Hi, look I
know things got out of hand yesterday but I am here on behalf of
Eleanor Channing. She seems to have had a reaction to some part of
the products she had yesterday. I’m just trying to track down what
it could have been” I said brightly in a soft non-threatening way
as opposed to a ‘we are going to sue this place for all that it is
worth’ way.
    “ I’m sorry. I
can’ t help you with that” said
Cindi.
    I waited but
she just looked at me, still with the perky grin. Okay this was
obviously going to be a lead the horse to water scenario. Cindi
seemed to be incapable of grasping what my problem was.
    “Can I please speak to someone who can help
me with the situation?” I asked.
    “ Oh,
I’ m afraid there is no one else here who
can help you” Cindi said brightly, her big smile and excessively
white teeth exacerbating the tension headache which was beginning
to form behind my right eye.
    Either that or Detective Griffin had managed
to find a voodoo doll and decided that I needed to feel a bit of
his pain.
    “ Okay Cindi”
I said deciding that bright and friendly was not the way that I was
going to play it today. “I need you to get somebody here so I can
talk about the reason why Eleanor Channing is still in hospital. A
fact that can be related back to this place. If I don’t get
somebody here right now, who can give me the answers that I want,
then I am going to leave. The next time you hear about this
situation is going to be from Eleanor Channing’s very highly priced
legal firm and I will be sure that they include your name in the
paperwork. That is Cindi with an ‘i’ isn’t it?”
    Cindi looked at me for a second. “If you
could please sit down for a minute I will get someone to talk to
you” she said.
    To her credit that smile did not waver. I was
onto her though. Behind that perfectly pleasant face I could tell
that she was wishing me at the bottom of a very deep hole. You know
what, I could live with that. Being nice and sweet to everybody had
got me a job where my life was not my own, at the beck and call of
a nut job with impulse control issues and with a felony charge
hanging over my head.
    The door
opened and a woman came out, perfectly
put together and with the serene look that I would expect from
someone who worked at Bliss.
    “ Good
morning , I’m Jennifer Saunders. I believe
you needed to speak to me.”
    Oh hell,
Saunders. This was Emily’s sister. What was the daughter of Henry
Saunders doing working in a spa? Deciding to completely ignore the
huge elephant in the room I held out my hand.
    “ Yes Ms
Saunders. Thank you so much for agreeing to see me. My name is
Trudie Eyre. I need to speak to you about the products used by
Eleanor Channing yesterday.”
    Realization
finally reached Jennifer Saunders’ eyes and they clouded
over. Yes, I thought, that
Eleanor Channing. The one who put your sister in a head lock less
than twenty four hours ago. Keeping my
face open and smiling gently I hoped she could look past my
unfortunate associations.
    “Ah yes” she recovered beautifully. People
are so wrong. Sometimes money can buy class. “Please, call me
Jennifer. Let’s speak in my office.”
    Following
Jennifer to her office I wondered what her role at Bliss was.
Jennifer Saunders’ office was beautiful. Completely impractical
with the white suede chairs. I would be able to destroy them in no
time at all. The office