Back to work, it seemed. Not that Liv had really had any time off; even when Lelah was on holiday, there had been a stream of texts and emails everyday until someone - Liv assumed Daniel - cut off the woman's access to the wider world. Left to her own devices, Liv had still spent most of her time in the offices at the studios, setting everything to rights and getting the various departments on board with the next proposed project. And, of course, there had been Oscar to consider. As much as the dog seemed to delight in making Liv's life hell on earth, they'd actually started to get along during Lelah's little holiday.
The holiday was over now, though. Back to the grind - to picking up the first edition of the Post on her way into work in the mornings, together with a caramel macchiato and a lemon-poppy seed muffin; to wheedling freebies out of designers so she could distract Lelah every time her boss tried to start talking about Liv's lack of fashion sense; to scheduling meetings every day and taking minutes; to passing on information and occasionally taking the initiative to avoid a temper tantrum in the seat of power.
And this week, she was shouldering more than usual. While Lelah was auditioning for the cast of 'Getting Over Alyson', Liv was arranging the press release - names to be inserted when confirmed - and rehearsal schedule, liaising with the heads of departments to be able to provide Lelah with a timeline as to when sets, costumes, designs, and everything else would be ready for her to proceed with shooting, as well as somehow having been talked into doing the location manager's job when it came to Rhy'Din Elementary.
"... I'm afraid Ms Rivka is unavailable until next Monday," she apologised to the headmaster, balancing her phone between shoulder and ear as she signed off on the wage packets that had been left by Accounts. "Of course, Mr Bowen, I am not asking you to give me an answer right this minute. Please do consult with your board of governors; we wouldn't want to proceed without the agreement of the entire education authority. Yes, we will be submitting our request to film at your school through the Governor's Office. Of course, Mr Bowen, I will ensure that Ms Rivka gets in contact with you personally sometime next week. Thank you very much for speaking with me. Goodbye."
Down went the phone, out came the diary, and yet another number and name for Lelah to make use of was squeezed into today's little square of space. Looking up, Liv's eyes found the clock on the wall. Half past twelve ... Lelah would be wrapping up auditions for lunch and coming back here to find out what else she'd been signed up for in the last five hours.
Rising to her feet, Liv went to the fridge where she habitually kept Lelah's lunches and snacks for when she herself worked late, which was far too often, really. Not that she minded; keeping busy was good for her. Out came a couple of packets, from which she constructed a salad type affair that included cucumber, apple, spinach, and curried pecans on a designer plate she'd located at a car boot sale over Christmas. Into a little pot went the lemon coriander dressing, and a glass of watermelon juice was set with them both on a tray which Liv carefully took into Lelah's office.
A few minutes of fussing presented the studio owner with a meal she could tuck straight into when she arrived, along with the midday edition of the Post and her newly rearranged schedule. Messages were also left beside the tray for Lelah to peruse ... wait. Liv frowned, noticing a message that had her name on it. Lifting the little note from the table, she scanned it, and groaned.
"Moving? She chooses now to move house? Does she want to drive me insane?" For all her complaining, however, Liv wasn't all that upset about it. She knew she'd have to arrange the moving men and vans, and probably the sale of Lelah's current abode, but anything that kept her boss in the calming circle of Daniel Tej's influence could only be a good thing.
Her Blackberry beeped from where she'd left it on her own desk in the other room, and she quickly left the office, moving to check her own messages. Yes, it was a daily grind, but Lelah had got lucky when she'd hired Liv. She actually had a P.A. who enjoyed her job, even if there were days when she was absolutely certain the Devil was wearing Chanel and slurping coffee from a BonBon Boutique cup.
The holiday was over now, though. Back to the grind - to picking up the first edition of the Post on her way into work in the mornings, together with a caramel macchiato and a lemon-poppy seed muffin; to wheedling freebies out of designers so she could distract Lelah every time her boss tried to start talking about Liv's lack of fashion sense; to scheduling meetings every day and taking minutes; to passing on information and occasionally taking the initiative to avoid a temper tantrum in the seat of power.
And this week, she was shouldering more than usual. While Lelah was auditioning for the cast of 'Getting Over Alyson', Liv was arranging the press release - names to be inserted when confirmed - and rehearsal schedule, liaising with the heads of departments to be able to provide Lelah with a timeline as to when sets, costumes, designs, and everything else would be ready for her to proceed with shooting, as well as somehow having been talked into doing the location manager's job when it came to Rhy'Din Elementary.
"... I'm afraid Ms Rivka is unavailable until next Monday," she apologised to the headmaster, balancing her phone between shoulder and ear as she signed off on the wage packets that had been left by Accounts. "Of course, Mr Bowen, I am not asking you to give me an answer right this minute. Please do consult with your board of governors; we wouldn't want to proceed without the agreement of the entire education authority. Yes, we will be submitting our request to film at your school through the Governor's Office. Of course, Mr Bowen, I will ensure that Ms Rivka gets in contact with you personally sometime next week. Thank you very much for speaking with me. Goodbye."
Down went the phone, out came the diary, and yet another number and name for Lelah to make use of was squeezed into today's little square of space. Looking up, Liv's eyes found the clock on the wall. Half past twelve ... Lelah would be wrapping up auditions for lunch and coming back here to find out what else she'd been signed up for in the last five hours.
Rising to her feet, Liv went to the fridge where she habitually kept Lelah's lunches and snacks for when she herself worked late, which was far too often, really. Not that she minded; keeping busy was good for her. Out came a couple of packets, from which she constructed a salad type affair that included cucumber, apple, spinach, and curried pecans on a designer plate she'd located at a car boot sale over Christmas. Into a little pot went the lemon coriander dressing, and a glass of watermelon juice was set with them both on a tray which Liv carefully took into Lelah's office.
A few minutes of fussing presented the studio owner with a meal she could tuck straight into when she arrived, along with the midday edition of the Post and her newly rearranged schedule. Messages were also left beside the tray for Lelah to peruse ... wait. Liv frowned, noticing a message that had her name on it. Lifting the little note from the table, she scanned it, and groaned.
"Moving? She chooses now to move house? Does she want to drive me insane?" For all her complaining, however, Liv wasn't all that upset about it. She knew she'd have to arrange the moving men and vans, and probably the sale of Lelah's current abode, but anything that kept her boss in the calming circle of Daniel Tej's influence could only be a good thing.
Her Blackberry beeped from where she'd left it on her own desk in the other room, and she quickly left the office, moving to check her own messages. Yes, it was a daily grind, but Lelah had got lucky when she'd hired Liv. She actually had a P.A. who enjoyed her job, even if there were days when she was absolutely certain the Devil was wearing Chanel and slurping coffee from a BonBon Boutique cup.