Sophieâs pots. If he really did have celebrity friends he might be involved in some things that the readers of Heart would like, and she could suggest him as someone else to interview for the magazine. But after quickly reading a bit about him she decided that he wasnât right for Heart readers. Apart from supporting the arts and craftspeople, his website said he enjoyed boats, especially large yachts, and had an ambition to sail around the world one day.
âHeâs such an important person in the art world,â Flynn told Ellie as soon as she looked away from the screen.
âYes,â said Ellie. âHe does seem to be. But itâs good Sophie isnât getting too excited in case he doesnât buy a pot after all.â
âYouâre as bad as she is!â said Flynn with a look of disappointment on his face. âItâs good to be modest, but Sophie needs to be more confident. She ought to get out there and be seen, so he doesnât forget about her. After all, thereâs a lot of competition in the art world.â
âIâm sure there is,â said Ellie, unpacking her lunch and taking a bite out of the chicken wrap sheâd made herself that morning.
âShe needs to go to some really high-profile events.â
âWhoâs going to invite me to high-profile events?â said Sophie, sounding rather fed up.
Flynn looked a little disconcerted, but then his face cleared. âYou donât need invitations for everything ,â he told her. âThere are things you could buy tickets for. They donât have to be arty events. Anywhere people might be who would be interested in your pots. You could take your cards and distribute them.â
âLike Iâm going to do that!â said Sophie. âYouâll want me to go around sticking leaflets on car windscreens next. Itâs ridiculous.â
âItâs got to be better than sitting at home, waiting for people to come to you,â he said. He sighed theatrically and looked at Ellie. âYou see the problem I have with her?â he said.
âAnd you see the problem I have with him !â said Sophie with feeling. âFor a start, someone has come to me. Mark Kettle! Isnât that good enough for you?â For a few seconds she looked really cross. Then she relented and went and gave Flynn a hug.
âIâm sorry,â said Flynn, giving her a kiss. âYouâre right. I just want everyone to know about you. And I suppose I donât want you to risk losing famous Mr. Kettle.â
âIâll keep my fingers crossed,â said Ellie, trying to lighten the atmosphere. âIâm sure heâll definitely buy your pot. After all, heâs seen and liked itâ¦why wouldnât he?â
Back upstairs after lunch, Ellie looked at her emails. There was nothing from Charlie Danielsâs agent, but the publisher had sent a brief message suggesting that Ellie might like to go to the authorâs website, as well as their own page advertising his books.
Well thatâs not very helpful, thought Ellie. Iâve already done that! She decided to have another look at the authorâs blog, but before she did that she opened another email that was waiting in her inbox. She didnât recognize the company it was from, but as the magazineâs spam filters were pretty good she hoped it would be okay to open it. Itâs some sort of agency, she realized as the email opened with the heading, SFB, Agent to the Stars and an illustration of a shooting star trailing a tail of sparkles behind it.
Dear Ellie, the email began. Pop Lowther has asked me to pass on this information that she promised you a while ago .
Ellieâs heart started thumping. She had almost given up hoping to hear from Pop. Ellie had interviewed the famous singing and modelling twins Pop and Lolly, and Pop had told her that she was going to start a new career. She couldnât tell