Jean Marie gave me a beatific smile. I like that. Have the editorial ready by tomorrow. And it's a very good one. She smiled again.
Readers always like to read about celebrities.
My confusion must've showed. She raised a languid hand and called for the dessert menu. I tried to think of something really scathing to say and decided that Jean Marie'd only decapitate me with a well-chosen and pithy comeback. So I finished my Chicken Dijon while I gave myself over to evil daydreams of preparing Editor ala Flambe. I would if I knew.