Ailsa's room had grown dark during the afternoon hastening in the end of autumn and the beginning of winter. The rain battered against the windows as the sounds of Londoners leaving their place of work for the evening drifted up to the flat.

Guy buried his lips into Ailsa's shoulder as he spooned her from behind. Ailsa lazily stroked her fingers across Guy's leg. Both of them lost in their thoughts of the the last three hours.

The loud knocking at the door made them both sit up. 

"I had best go." Guy turned Ailsa over and kissed her deeply. "You will have to do with that for now. I will clear these up." Guy pointed to the used condoms that littered Ailsa's bedroom floor.

Ailsa smiled as she watched him leave her room. She stretched and popped her bedside light on to survey the damage. An afternoon of lovemaking does leave a lot of mess she thought to herself. She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the voices come into the flat.

"Why haven't you answered your phones the pair of you!" Jonathan bowled into the flat with crates of beer and champagne followed by Jennifer with bags of food.

"My battery ran out." Guy lied. "What's the celebration?"

"If you were picking up my calls you would know. I have had three agents call me today to ask for a meeting with you for TV projects and another four for Ailsa."

"What are you nuts?"

"Nope. Ailsa's editor couldn't get her. She remembered me from a party we had at Steve's house. She rang me up and gave all the agents my number to get them off her back."

"Ailsa will be.."

"In trouble." Ailsa yawned. I have been asleep I must have turned my phone off. What's gone on?" Ailsa couldn't look at Guy or she would crack.

"You need to phone Janice." Jonathan warned her," she is mad with you. Her husband is that TV architect? His production company wants to speak to you both. Apparently you have on screen chemistry."

Just then the doorbell rang and sudden banging on the door.

Ailsa trudged to the door extremely vexed that her afternoon of pleasure had so abruptly ended before she and Guy could talk.

Ailsa opened the door to find a highly annoyed Janice with Paul and Andy in tow. Paul and Andy had raided the store cupboard for cases of Veueve Clicquot. They waved the cases behind Janice.

"Where the hell have you been?" Janice demanded storming into the flat.

Paul winced and Andy stared at the floor knowing the tirade Ailsa was about to be exposed to.

"I have not been off the shagging phone all day about you. My other half Scott has contacts in television. He is a producer and hells teeth Ailsa you have a real shot at a career here. Not if you are trying to make out you are too good for this."

Janice's husband hosted an architectural show on BBC and had his own production company. Ailsa knew the office gossip. Janice had been previously married to Marcus Buckley the famous photographer who still worked on La Vivre. Apparently it was quite the scandal a few years ago.

"Are you listening to me Ailsa?" Janice demanded.

Ailsa was flustered. "Yes, yes, sorry. I am really annoyed that I was didn't call you back. I was so exhausted from nerves that I fell asleep. I must have put my phone on silent for the programme and not turned it back on. I am sorry Janice. I am not trying to mess you around."

"Right. I rang Steve's office. You know, the lawyer and he wants you to call him about getting an agent."

Ailsa looked confused. "Why?"

"Ailsa there are no decent young reporters or presenters out there. You have a good personality. You look great and even I can see the sparks flying between you and Guy. You are all over Facebook and Twitter."

"Ok so just because I don't look like a troll and I am not from TOWIE I am sought after?"

"That's the spirit!" Andy piped in.

"Steve is on his way here. He has some suggestions for both of you. I mean this with love Ailsa try to look presentable take Paul with you and he will help."

Andy popped the first bottle of fizz and took three glasses into Ailsa's room. Paul and Andy locked eyes with each other and laughed.

"Fell asleep my fig bush Ailsa. You were banging that boy." Andy stood on one hip pointing to the bed, floor and dressing table.

" I know the signs of Afternoon Delight as much as the next gay boy." Paul flopped on the unmade bed."spill. Tell all."

"No, no,no. You two need to keep schtoom about this. You have seen how mad she was when she thought I was asleep. How mad will she be when she finds out I was shagging." Ailsa warned.

The doorbell rang again. Guy made off to open it wondering what or who it could be next.

"Guy! Where is our girl?" Steve enquired. "I have a lot of work to do with you both tonight. You don't mind that Jackie is here do you?"

Guy peered behind Steve to find a blushing Jackie standing behind him.

"No not at all. Come in." He lied. He had no idea why Jackie had decided to come along with Steve. She was one of the team PAs and she could have assigned the job to someone else. As he was trying to figure it all out he noticed a flash of colour appear at the door. There in all of her glory was Jane De Beauvoir.

"Guy, don't shut the door! Let me in!"

Guy hesitated for a second. Jane had been an on off fling from his school days. She lived in the stately home next door to his parents' farm. She had messed around with all of her he boys in the area and had then gone off and become very famous indeed for wearing clothes and being photographed in them.

"Jane! What a pleasant surprise!" Guy was lying through his teeth tonight and not enjoying it one bit.

"I saw you on TV this afternoon with that mousy girl and I thought I would catch up with you. You have grown VERY handsome indeed. Before you ask, my mum rang your mum for your address. Very trendy Guy!"

Guy ushered Jane into the living room where Janice and Steve were talking business. Jonathan and Jennifer were setting out the party items, Paul and Andy were smirking at him and trying not to drop their jaws at the sight of Jane. Ailsa was nowhere to be seen and Jackie was making cow eyes at him.

"Guy, can you come over here and have a look at this offer from Holy Cow productions?" Steve beckoned him.

Guy nodded towards Jonathan and suggested that Jane speak to him. Jane shook her head. "I am staying right next to you sexy." She smiled her best come hither smile at him.

At that very moment Ailsa came into the room to find Jane attached to Guy like a limpet and Jackie's bottom lip trembling.

"Come with me." She motioned to Jackie who followed her up the corridor. Ailsa grabbed a large bag of Kettle Crisps, two paper cups and a bottle of Champagne.

Ailsa walked out of the door and up a small flight of stairs. She jimmied the lock on a small door and led Jackie on to a small balcony above the flat.

Ailsa poured them both a glass as Jackie began to sob.

"Ailsa you were right. I couldn't keep up with him. Full time job. I chucked him you know."

"He said." Ailsa gave Jackie a glass and opened the crisps stuffing them into her mouth and then offering Jackie some.

"Then he goes and gets himself entangled with a Super Model. What the fuck Ailsa?"

"I know." Ailsa replied flatly.

"And how are any of us going to compete with her?"

"Precisely." Ailsa placed her arm around Jackie, gave her a cuddle and wondered to herself how she was going to cope now the fates had changed.