Better Than I Know Myself by DeBerry Virginia

Author:DeBerry, Virginia [DeBerry, Virginia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Chick Lit
Publisher: St. Martin's Publishing Group
Published: 2004-07-15T07:00:00+00:00

17

“…I’ll Sleep When I’m Old.”

“You plannin’ to get up this morning?” Ty stood in the doorway, stepping into his pants. “You got a business to run.”

Say something original. Regina rolled over enough to see him. “That’s why I have assistants—so nobody needs me before eleven, preferably twelve.” She closed her eyes again.

Misha’s party last spring had been the booster rocket Regina needed to send her into a higher orbit. Based on that night, she’d received lots of inquiries to do other events, including one from the Through It All producer who had accompanied Jewell. He hired her to handle the company’s holiday party. In December she’d pulled off a lavish affair for them at an intimate private club tucked away at the Metropolitan Opera House. Regina tickled herself when she came up with the theme. “An operatic ovation for the divas of daytime.”

Nineteen ninety-three dawned with Regina on the short list of bright lights in town and she scrambled to capitalize before her bulb burned out. She finally took the leap and moved Regina Foster Productions out of 5D and into an office two blocks south of Big Bang. Nothing elaborate—same kind of soot-caked, nondescript building, creaky elevators, washroom down the hall, but that wasn’t where she saw clients. That happened at their places or over lunch or drinks. The office was a quarter floor with high white walls, perfect for displaying swatches and other samples, charts, permits anything she needed at her fingertips. Jewell helped Regina turn it into an airy, modern studio with the tall windows sheathed in scads of shear white fabric to mask the ho-hum view, but let in the light. Glass-topped desks on rolling black-gloss file cabinets meant the layout could change to meet the needs of a particular project, or a whim. Potted ficus trees and palms added life and there was a seating area with a plump sofa upholstered in Regina’s signature red. Mainly, the office provided desk, phone and work space for her two employees—Glenda, who had become Regina’s right arm and appointment book, and Sydney, an experienced event planner who approached Regina at a benefit she was working and pitched herself. Both were excellent at details, the nitty gritty Regina hated. And the extra hands meant she could take on additional, overlapping projects. “Can you believe I have real employees and a payroll? Maybe it’ll make Mom see I’m not a total screwup,” Regina told Jewell on the phone. “It’s like I can be in two places at once. Plus, I get to look fab and do the fun stuff. That’s my forte. People skills.”

Now, cotton-mouthed and still groggy, Regina struggled to talk with Ty, and resented having to do it. “You know Tuesday mornings are always late for me.” He should have gone to his own damn house last night. In addition to the Network Hook-up, Regina had initiated Funday Mondays at Afrique, a club right off the West Side Highway in the ’50s, in what used to be an auto parts warehouse.

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