Page 100 of The Dicktionary Club

‘Yes, hello, Alexander.’ I nudged Zola. ‘Things are all organised for the weekend. We can’t wait!’

‘Yes, and the guest list?’ he replied.

‘The guest list is growing. I have a wide range of art moguls and influencers who can’t wait to share your paintings on their social media.’

‘Hmm .?.?. I must say I remain impressed you secured such a venue,’ he admitted. ‘And because of this, I have chosen the Glasgow exhibition to be featured in my latest documentary series. I want to capture every moment, every gesture, the whole elegant atmosphere. The production will be broadcast on the BBC next summer; they want to highlight my work to a UK audience.’

‘Wow,’ I gasped. ‘Congratulations! And yes, absolutely. It would be such an honour! And, Alexander, thank you for choosing Glasgow.’

‘But it goes without saying: no hiccups, Ella. I need everything to run smoothly.’

I gulped. ‘And I can promise it will.’

‘Good job! I’ll send the videographers and film crew your details. They’ll be in touch.’

‘Great, speak soon.’

Just then, Katy returned from the bathroom, staring at her phone.

‘What did he say, then?’ Zola asked.

‘He’s choosing the Glasgow exhibition to be the venue filmed for his BBC documentary.’ I clutched my hands tightly, unable to quite believe it. ‘It’s going to be on the telly!’

‘That’s beyond amazing!’ Zola hugged me.

‘Alexander?’ Katy asked, trying to catch up. ‘Saturday’s event is being filmed?’

I nodded happily. ‘Hell, yes. And I can’t wait to tell Andrea!’

‘How’s the noon?’ Zola grimaced, noticing Katy still looked uncomfortable.

Katy turned her phone around and flashed us her gash in the middle of the office.

‘Ouch!’ Zola covered her face.

A shiver ran through me. ‘Babe, that’s thrush!’

‘Very bad thrush,’ Zola confirmed. ‘Looks like you’re cooking up a whole loaf down there with all that yeast. It’s nasty!’

‘But it’s not crabs,’ I added, wanting everyone to see the positive.

Katy was wafting the elastic of her leggings, as if she was hoping to cause a breeze. ‘Will it be better by the weekend?’ she moaned.

‘Get to a chemist, they’ll sort you in no time.’ I winked at her. ‘I promise.’

Philip:Good morning, beautiful xxx

I smiled back at my screen, wanting to reply immediately. God, it felt good having someone message and check in on my day.

‘Oh, is that big Phil?’ Zola smiled at Katy, who was still completely distracted.

‘It is.’ I smirked.

‘Is he coming to the exhibition?’ Katy asked. ‘I can’t wait to meet him properly.’

I shook my head. ‘No, luckily, he’s in Berlin this weekend.He’s opening another hotel over there. He’s gutted he can’t come.’

Zola giggled. ‘Luckily?’

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