One Hundred Names (Special Edition)

the room.
    ‘Hello,’ he said, a big smile with perfect teeth greeting the women as he looked from Kitty to Eva. ‘Ms Wu, I assume,’ he said, looking at Eva. It was the obvious choice. She was oriental, her long hair thick and silky, and so black it almost gave off a blue hue where the light hit. Her skin was flawless, she barely wore any make-up, but she didn’t need to: she was blemish free and strikingly pretty.
    ‘Well, it’s not me,’ Kitty joked.
    ‘This is Kath-Kitty Logan,’ Nigel said, joining them in the room. ‘She’s a journalist for
Etcetera
.’ He raised a perfect eyebrow at her as if to say she couldn’t get one past him.
    George Webb seemed confused.
    ‘It’s a magazine,’ Nigel explained. ‘Not one you’d read.’
    ‘But
you
do,’ Kitty smiled at Nigel.
    ‘No. I Googled you.’
    Kitty laughed. ‘I’m doing a story on Ms Wu,’ Kitty explained. ‘But please don’t worry, everything will be about her, not her clients. No names will be mentioned. I simply want to get an idea of how she works.’ If the story was indeed about how Eva worked, or if it was about something else entirely. So far, Kitty had no clue whatsoever but she tried to sound confident in her sale.
    George Webb thought about it. ‘Okay,’ he said. ‘Sounds fine to me. You’re a popular lady,’ he added, sitting opposite Eva and studying her.
    George was striking, extremely handsome, well groomed in that modern Irishman way, with two separate eyebrows, tweezed nose hairs, attention to the finer detail of his face without embarrassment. He wore a smart suit, nothing too elaborate, but stylish and fitted. Eva was looking at him with the face of somebody who was looking at something beautiful, just as he was looking at her. The mutual attraction was obvious. It was as if Kitty wasn’t even in the room, which was how she liked it – when she was working, at least. She was going to enjoy this one.
    ‘I got your details from Nigel,’ George explained. ‘He told me you were the best.’
    Nigel, who was making them coffee, threw them a look, annoyed. Kitty knew he was the reason they were there when he had gone out of his way to be so entertainingly rude.
    ‘Well, that’s very nice of Nigel,’ Eva said softly, genuinely moved.
    ‘I also believe you worked with a neighbour of mine, well, a neighbour here at work. Elizabeth Toomey?’ George continued.
    ‘Ah, yes.’ Eva’s eyes lit up. ‘She works across the road in PricewaterhouseCoopers.’
    ‘Did you hear she got a promotion in January?’
    ‘Yes, I heard. I was delighted for her.’
    ‘Her boss must really have liked that gift you got for him.’
    Eva immediately closed up. Kitty could see the transformation right before her, like an insect going into a cocoon. George could sense it too.
    ‘I think she deserved it. It appeared to me that she worked extremely hard,’ was all Eva said.
    ‘I think your gift helped,’ he laughed.
    Kitty was surprised at him. He was clever enough to leave it alone but he couldn’t, he was desperate to find out and his desperation showed. Knowing Eva’s philosophy on client confidentiality, Kitty feared this did not bode well for the charming George.
    Eva just smiled.
    ‘So what was it?’ he asked, and looked at Kitty. ‘I bet you want to know.’
    Kitty held her hands up as if to back out of it. ‘I’m merely an observer here.’
    A gift that could get someone a promotion? Of course she wanted to know, and she wanted to know where she could buy it too. The sound was so light she could have imagined it but she was sure she heard a light snort as Nigel put the coffee cup down before her.
    Nigel stepped in to explain. ‘What Mr Webb brought you here for today was to discuss his upcoming family gathering. They’re having a big reunion. Lots of people coming together, it’s very exciting for them all,’ he said drily and Eva, Kitty and George couldn’t help but laugh. ‘His sister is also getting married, it’s his grandfather’s eightieth birthday and they’ve decided to put it all into the same wonderful celebration day. Mr Webb quite simply needs your help.’
    ‘Thanks, Nigel,’ George said, and on that note Nigel left the room. George looked at his watch and seemed concerned.
    Kitty sensed their time was up. Nigel had done what he was supposed to do, George had politely made time for the woman and now it was over. She drank her coffee quickly.
    George looked at Eva. ‘What do you