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The housekeeper didn't look up.
    He bit his lip; she was a tough nut, this one. 'I hear she and Mr Johnson have separated. I was very sorry to hear that. They made a lovely couple.'
    The iron paused briefly but Iris remained silent.
    'I'm sure the last thing that Dana wants at the moment is to discuss her private life so if I could just get a few facts about the break-up, I could issue a press release.'
    Iris set the iron down and looked up at him. 'Why? What's it got to do with her work?'
    'Not a lot,' he agreed, 'but the public always want to know the details of celebrities' lives.'
    'I'd say it's the reporters that want to know that information, not the public.'
    'Yes, perhaps you're right,' he said, his smile growing more forced. 'Nevertheless—'
    'Are you asking me for information about Mr and Mrs Johnson?'
    'Well, yes, some background would be great—'
    'I can't help you, Mr Wilson.'
    'But, Iris—'
    'Please see yourself out. I need to finish my work.'
    'Told you,' Sylvie said, seeing his defeated expression.
    'Don't worry, I don't give up that easily.'
    'What else can you do?' Sylvie retorted.
    'Oh, I don't know, take her out on the town and get her photographed in one of those classy nightclubs.'
    Sylvie smirked. 'You haven't even managed to get her out of her room yet.'
    'No, but you will.'
    'Me?'
    'Yes. You're going to go up there and talk her into going out and I'll make sure that her picture appears in the paper the next day.'
    'And why on earth would she agree to that?' Sylvie stared at him as if he'd lost his mind.
    'Because it would be a wonderful way to make her husband jealous.'
    'Maybe, but I doubt she'd agree.'
    'You doubt I'd agree to what?'
    The two whirled around to see Dana standing in the doorway.
    'Dana!' Sylvie jumped guiltily to her feet. 'This is the PR consultant, Ian Wilson.'
    He smiled and reached out to shake her hand. 'It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Ms De Lacey.'
    She nodded curtly and then turned a questioning gaze on her personal assistant. 'So what were you saying?'
    'We weren't gossiping, Dana, honest,' Sylvie said hurriedly.
    'I was just saying that I thought a night out on the town was probably what you needed after your, er, break-up and it would kick-start our publicity campaign.'
    'How?' Dana asked.
    'I'd make sure that you were photographed and that your picture appeared in one of the tabloids.'
    'I told him you weren't in the mood for socializing,' Sylvie chipped in.
    Dana looked from her back to Ian and smiled slowly. 'I don't know. Maybe it's not such a bad idea. It's been ages since I went out without ...' Dana faltered for a second, 'since I had a night out. Where do you suggest we go?' she asked Ian.
    'Lobo,' he said without hesitation.
    'Where?' Dana frowned.
    'It's the club to go to if you want to be seen,' Ian explained. "There are always photographers hanging around.'
    'That sounds perfect.'
    Ian grinned delightedly. 'Really?'
    Dana shrugged. 'What have I got to lose?'
    'You may be quizzed about Mr Johnson,' he warned.
    Dana stiffened. 'What do you mean?'
    'Well, they probably don't know that you've split up yet but they may, so you should be prepared.'
    Dana's face fell. 'Maybe it's not such a good idea.'
    'It's only a matter of time before the press find out you're separated,' Ian said gently. 'If you tell them up front it will be easier. If they think there's more to it than that, they'll be nosing around both you and your husband until they get some kind of a story.'
    'But why would they be interested in us?' Dana protested, tearfully.
    Ian smiled sadly. "This is Dublin. You know how tiny the celebrity circle is. The press are always looking for someone or something to talk about, and you and Mr Johnson are a very attractive and successful couple. Like it or not, Dana, you're news. You also have to remember that we're going to need the media if — no, when — we start to promote your book. We really can't afford to alienate them.'
    'Make the most of it,'