Not Quite Perfect. Annie Lyons

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      ‘Of course. I’ll get Andrea to do the honours,’ says Miranda disappearing.

      Emma is panicking inwardly like a child whose mother has left the room, but she fights the urge to throw herself on the floor and beat the carpet with her fists, offering Joanna a seat instead. Joanna looks horrified and turns to inspect the chair, dusting it with a manicured hand and perching awkwardly, as if this is the first time she’s sat down in her life. All the while Richard is eyeing Emma with vast amusement.

      ‘So,’ booms Miranda on her return, ‘thank you for coming today. We’re tremendously excited about this book and hope you decide that Allen Chandler is the best home for it. Emma has prepared some data on the current market, our comparable titles and what we can offer Richard.’

      ‘Oh come on, Miranda, never mind that. This is a brilliant and original book. We all know that. Every other publisher is telling us that. Great. Fantastic. We’re thrilled. But what are you prepared to pay?’ Joanna’s voice is direct, fierce and as terrifying as her reputation. Emma gulps. No one speaks to Miranda like that. Her eyes betray thunder, but her smile remains fixed.

      ‘No Joanna, it’s OK, I think we should hear what Emma has to say.’ Richard’s voice is amused and almost mocking.

      ‘Do you?’ Joanna says in surprise. ‘Oh all right then. Let’s hear it.’

      Emma’s heart is in her mouth. ‘Right, well I’ve prepared some data.’

      ‘Yes, yes. Miranda said that. Let’s see it.’

      She passes round the pages.

      ‘Ooh, PowerPoint®. How modern!’ says Richard, and Joanna sniggers.

      ‘The first slide shows what we view as the benchmarks for this title and sales data to support,’ says Emma ignoring them.

      ‘Life of Pi? The Book Thief? Surely The Red Orchid is better than these?’ says Joanna looking unimpressed.

      ‘Well, I think so, yes. If you look at Allen Chandler’s own, comparable titles from the past five years we have exceeded sales of these industry benchmarks, and I see no reason why we can’t go even further with The Red Orchid.’

      ‘How?’

      ‘Well, it will obviously be picked up by the key retailers and reviewers.’

      ‘Ha! A Waterstone’s 3 for 2 and four inches in the Guardian does not a bestseller make.’

      ‘Well, then there’s the awards.’

      ‘Yes, but there’s no guarantee, is there?’

      ‘Of course not, but –’

      ‘What I want to know is, how are you going to make the UK’s most talented and original author since McEwan into an out and out bestseller?’

      ‘As I’ve said –’

      ‘But you haven’t said. It’s all hot air and promises you can’t keep, isn’t it?’

      Richard is grinning, enjoying the spectacle, but for Emma it is turning into another fight with her mother. She is waiting for Joanna to tell her to go and tidy her room.

      ‘No, it’s not all hot air and promises,’ says Emma surprising everyone in the room including herself. Joanna looks at her sharply. ‘In the past ten years the fiction market has changed beyond recognition.’

      ‘Tell me something I don’t know,’ yawns Joanna.

      ‘Publishers are under incredible pressure to deliver profit, but are being squeezed by the demands of agents and authors for ever higher advances.’

      ‘And I suppose that’s my fault, is it?’ Joanna wants to spar. Emma won’t bite.

      ‘There are a whole host of publishers who will offer you more money than they can ever earn just to win your book.’

      ‘And?’

      Emma address her directly now, refusing to be cowed. ‘And, those with the fattest cheque books don’t necessarily have what you need to turn a book from an emerging talent to a bestseller to a classic.’

      ‘Oh please impart your wisdom. What would that be?’

      ‘One word: Passion.’

      Joanna snorts with derision. Miranda is watching Emma with what she detects is a glimmer of pride. Emma takes courage from this and addresses Richard directly. ‘Your characters, particularly Alexander and Newton, are the lifeblood of this book. They leap out and grab you by the throat, and Alexander’s unrequited love for Stella is one of the greatest love stories ever told. It’s a story that will stay with readers for ever.’

      Richard’s eyes are fixed on Emma now, calm and steady. He has lost his earlier cockiness. He opens his mouth to speak but Joanna butts in. ‘Listen, I’m sure you’re a great editor and it’s lovely to hear that you’ve read and loved this book. Ya di ya big deal, but what are ya gonna pay?’ She spits out the last six words with venom.

      Miranda clears her throat. ‘Joanna, I think it’s time we drew this meeting to a close.’

      ‘I’m sorry?’

      ‘Yes, so am I. I think we have been upfront, honest and seeringly enthusiastic for Richard’s book. If it’s all about the money, it’s not for us. Shall I see you to the lift?’ Miranda appears calm but the area of neck just below her ears has reddened.

      ‘But I thought –’ Joanna blurts.

      ‘Then you thought wrong. If other publishers are prepared to let you throw your weight around and patronise their editors, then more fool them. I, for one, am not.’

      Joanna opens her mouth to speak but stops when she sees Miranda’s face. She raises herself up on her bony twig legs and pats her immobile hair. ‘Come on, Richard, let’s go to another, less short-sighted publisher.’ Joanna Uppington breezes out of the room on a waft of Chanel No. 5.

      Richard is still staring at Emma.

      ‘Richard!’ shouts Joanna from the corridor.

      Richard jumps up ready to follow, but stops at the door and turns to address Emma and Miranda. ‘I’m sorry, I have to erm, it was lovely to meet you –’

      ‘Richard!’ screeches Joanna again.

      Richard holds up his hands and smiles like a defeated man. ‘Bye,’ he says and darts out of the door.

      ‘Tell me his written word is better than his spoken,’ says Miranda after a moment.

      ‘It is. Unfortunately,’ says Emma with a sigh. ‘Why does Joanna behave like that?’

      ‘Because, my dear, she is a bully and frankly we’re better off without them both.’ Her phone chirps and she glances at it, looking weary. Emma feels guilty. ‘It’s Digby. I better update him.’

      Emma takes this as a signal to leave and tries to creep back to her desk unnoticed. She realises that the god of shit days has got it in for her as she turns the corner and Joel appears out of nowhere. Emma jumps. ‘Jesus, Joel!’

      ‘Ahh, thanks for the accolade, you can just call me Joel though. Sooo, how’d it go? Ooh. Not so good eh?’

      ‘I don’t know. We’ll just have to see.’

      ‘Ouch. That bad eh? You should have asked me to come along, Em. I would have been happy to help.’

      Emma bristles at his familiar use of her name. Realising that homicide is probably not the best course of action, she tries to muster some dignity and shambles back to her desk. Almost immediately, Ella is by her side confirming that the Joel bush telegraph is fully operational.

      ‘Come on,’ she says, ‘we need Oreo cookie cheesecake and we need it now.’

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