Free Paradise by Katie Price Page A

battle being waged inside her and focus on business and work as she went to see her agent, Carrie Rose, in her office in the heart of Soho. She’d been with Carrie since she’d started out as a glamour model and on the wholethey got on well, even if at times Carrie’s love of making money over everything else did grate. But Angel appreciated her agent’s business acumen.
    Carrie was working out on the Power Plate she’d recently had installed in her office. Pam, the PA, told Angel before she went in to see her that Carrie was obsessed with using it and literally hopped on it after every single snack or drink she consumed. She was paranoid about keeping slim.
    ‘I’ll be with you in a minute,’ she called as Angel walked in.
    She sat down on the mint-green leather sofa and tried not to look at Carrie’s tiny bum vibrating away on the Power Plate. Despite being in her mid-fifties Carrie dressed like someone in their twenties, today in black skinny jeans and a tight white tee-shirt with the word
Juicy
printed across her perky silicone boobs. She had recently had her long blonde hair cut into a bob and looked better for it.
    She finally stepped off the Plate, slipped on her heels and walked over to Angel to give her the obligatory two air kisses.
    ‘You look gorgeous, darling. LA must be agreeing with you . . . and that divine baseball player. You sure know how to pick the good ones, don’t you? First Cal, then Baseball Boy . . . and the fact that he’s such a star in the US is doing your profile no end of good. You must talk to Susie, I want her to work on your profile with you.’ She click clacked over to the door and called out, ‘Susie, babe, come see Angel.’
    She turned back to Angel who looked at her inquiringly, surprised that Carrie wanted to involve Susie, who was her junior agent.
    ‘I’m taking more of a back seat in the agency,’ Carrie explained, ‘since I married Dave. I’ve discovered that there’s more to life than working all the time.’ Shelooked adoringly at the large photograph of a boyishly good-looking man on her desk.
    Dave was the twenty-five-year-old builder Carrie had met six months before when he came to convert her loft. It had been love at first sight apparently, and by all accounts he was a lovely man who worshipped Carrie. She, in turn, could not stop telling everyone how wonderful he was – on Facebook, on Twitter, in texts. Angel was only surprised Carrie hadn’t put Dave’s name on her tee-shirt!
    ‘I know everyone thinks it won’t last and that he’s the boy toy to my Cougar, but I know he’s the man I’ve been waiting for all my life. You just know don’t you?’ Carrie said seriously. Her words reminded Angel of her feelings for Cal and Ethan. Damn! She really didn’t need an emotional heart to heart right now.
    Fortunately, at that moment Susie walked in and more air kisses followed, with comments from Susie about how great it was that Angel was with Ethan. Angel felt like saying that it hadn’t been a career move, she was in love with the guy! Susie, who was in her mid-thirties, and pretty with long auburn hair and big brown eyes then turned serious. ‘I’ve been looking at the press stories about you and Ethan and I really think you need to go to more premieres. And you absolutely have got to go to the Oscar parties in March. Profile, profile, profile Angel! There are thousands of beautiful women in LA!’
    Angel sighed, ‘I don’t want to go out every single night, I want to be there for Honey.’
    Susie pursed her caramel glossed lips together, clearly disapproving, but managed to say, ‘Okay but a few events wouldn’t go amiss. I’ve had Benny Sullivan on the phone asking if we can liaise and get some publicity for you guys. I’m not averse to the idea of working with him, he’s got amazing contacts.’
    Angel grimaced. ‘He’s so arrogant and full of himself. He even suggested I got my boobs redone.’ She looked across at Carrie, who just