**UNFINISHED**
Mr Montague-Calthorpe arrived promptly at 10.30. He breezed through the door into Friday’s studio followed by a small sickly looking boy, clutching a notepad and wearing a head full of intensely bright coloured hair, who Friday assumed must be his assistant. Her client was tall, elegantly dressed and smelled strongly of expensive but intoxicating cologne. He thrusted his large hand into Friday’s dainty one and shook it firmly.
“Dawson Montague-Calthorpe” he smiled kindly.
Friday nodded “Good Morning Sir. Can I get you anything? Coffee? Cake?.”
“Oh don’t you worry about that, I’ve got Frapp here who I’m sure will run and fetch me something from your quaint little coffee shop downstairs. It’s positively darling.” Dawson was picking up random objects that were for sale, spinning an old tired globe, and feeling the weight of a shoe last before taking off his blazer and handing it to his assistant.
“I can take that for you.” Friday offered, reaching for the jacket
“Nono. Its fine” insisted Frapp. “Mr Montague-Calthorpe doesn’t like other people touching his possessions.”
Friday Blushed awkwardly, politely ushering her client into the work area where he couldn’t be distracted by her displays of unusual objects.
“Vanilla Macciato” Dawson motioned to Frapp who scuttled off down the stairs to fetch the order. Ever since hiring his assistant, Dawson had become increasingly obsessed by the world of coffee
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