“Got something for you…ah here we are.”  He pulled a white envelope from the drawer “Your little feature is getting more and more interest Lena.  These arrived yesterday, intended for you”

He held out the envelope and she took them with a puzzled look before sliding out the contents.  Invitations to an entertainment party.  She wasn’t so much privy to the party itself although she had heard of it before.  Apparently it was quite glitzy and one or two celebrities were always rumoured to turn up.

“Wow, um, for me you say?” she asked a little taken aback, she wasn’t used to receiving nor accepting such gift nor going to such occasions.

“Well it’s scheduled to take place after the new summer blockbuster hits the screens, of course journalists are a must at those things because they want the publicity and the reviews, especially if people take and interest in said reviews as they do with yours”

“Well…then…Great”

Charles chuckled and leaned back on his large leather chair.

“You know Lena, for a woman who can write her words so eloquently on paper, your not so good expressing yourself sometimes.”

Lena grinned and looked over at the editor.

“We all have our flaws Charlie” she replied

“Yep we do,” he said suddenly sitting forward and standing, picking up her review “Well this can go straight to press I assume.  With your sharp eye and habitual read re read and re re read, I’m sure there’s nothing to check up on”

“I wouldn’t say that,” said Lena, with a sudden moment of uncertainty as the Charlie headed round his desk towards the door

“Don’t worry Lena, nothing goes to press without another pair of eyes overlooking it remember.  Connie always enjoys reading your stuff, which makes her a perfect candidate for checking it over.  Now you said you had places to go, people to see, get yourself going.  And enjoy that party, take the boyfriend, have a good time”

As he spoke Charles whisked her out of his office and was heading off along the corridor shouting orders.  She looked at the envelope in her hand and opened her bag to place it in and to retrieve her phone so she could call Helen.  Frowning she set her bag on a table, amongst overflowing papers and rummaged about her bag, alarmed when she couldn’t find her cell.  She paused and thought for a moment, wondering where in her apartment she could have left it. When had she last used it?  The Planet, early morning coffee, good for the soul.  Cameron had called…to yet again cancel their meeting…then she’d gone straight home.  She’d put it in her bag when she paid the waitress for her coffee.

“Something wrong Lena?” asked Rachel, Charles secretary and the person whose desk she was currently hoarding. 

“Yeah…no…nothing. I just can’t find my cell…trying to remember when I last had it” Lena replied, a thought suddenly snapping into her mind.

She’d set her cell on the counter after her conversation with Cameron.  Had she picked it up…she couldn’t recall. 

“Rachel can I use the phone” she asked

“Sure of course, go ahead” replied Rachel, picking up some files and turning to the small filing cabinet near to her bay.

Lena sat at the desk and picked up the receiver, once getting an outside line she asked the operator to put her through to The Planet.  After a few rings, the call was answered.

“Planet cafe” came the voice, sounding a little stressed.

“Hi” started Lena “I was in earlier today and I’m wondering if I’ve left my cell phone.  Has anyone handed one in, or has one been found?”

“Um let me check” came the reply, before the line went quiet a buzz in the background of the cafe’s noises.  A few moments later the voice returned “I’m sorry, no, nothing has been handed in”

“Ok thankyou” said Lena, setting the receiver back on its handle.  She frowned and recalled events; she’d definitely set it down on the counter.   She contemplated calling the cell itself, but it seemed futile. If someone had taken it, it was probable that even if someone did answer they wouldn’t return the cell to her.  She tapped her finger on the desk softly and went to stand before rolling her eyes and picking up the receiver once more.  It would be at the back of her mind if she didn’t call it and find out.

Once an outside line had been enabled she dialled her number and allowed it to ring a few times.  She was about to hang it up when a voice answered.