lie down and calm down. She did not deceive Jason, saying that she did not invite her lovers to work. That was her strict rule. Exceptions Carolina did not even for her spouse, and that was the reason for their disagreement. He so tormented her with scandals about this that she began to suspect that he married her only to get the main roles in her films. She refused to help him make a successful career due to her popularity as a producer, and he could not forgive her for this, no matter how she tried to explain to him that such a path was destructive for both of them. For him, because the public will begin to slander about their creative tandem, and as a result, his acting image will quickly fade. And for her, because such an alliance would call into question her professional decency, and she always jealously protected her quality as Karolina, realizing that she had ruined her reputation as an honest and objective producer, she could safely put an end to her career.

The astonishment on Jason's physiognomy was replaced by despondency. He realized that all his plans had collapsed through his own fault, and now with a naive dream it is easy to get one of the leading roles in the new series to say goodbye.

- Goodbye, Jason! - she repeated.

“I'll call you,” he mumbled shyly.

- Better not! - She said, went through the living room to the hallway and opened the door.

He picked up his synthetic purse and silently went out into the corridor. Caroline slammed the door behind him loudly.

The administrative premises of the Electra television company were located in a newly renovated building at the corner of Hannover Square. At a meeting with Paul Beesley, the executive director of this company, Carolina put on her best black business suit, white blouse and black shoes made from soft suede. She took a taxi to the corner of Bond Street, got out and slowly walked along posh shops. She was not going to buy anything, but wanted only to stroll and pass the time she had left until the business meeting. Nevertheless, a new exhibition in the Armani Emporium showcase could not help but attract its attention. Carolina crossed the road and entered the salon, tightly clutching an elegant, expensive Mulberry handbag in her hand. But she did not have time to take a few steps along the counter, on which skirts flaunted with breathtaking numbers on price tags, when I saw my old girlfriend, whom they had not met for a thousand years.

- Adrianna!

- Caroline!

They embraced and kissed each other.

- Let me see you! - Caroline said, being released from the embrace of her friend. - You, as always, look amazing. Well, tell me how you lived, where you live now! I did not know that you returned to London.

- You also look great, - looking at her gazing from head to notes, said Adrianna. - Your surname constantly flashes in the credits of popular television series. You have no idea how happy I am for you!

The main thing is that we finally met! - Caroline said. Their mutual sympathy was genuine and arose as early as student time when Karolina Beck and Adrianna Rode became inseparable girlfriends. For two and a half years, they rented a flat, shared the joys and sorrows of hectic student life, prepared for exams together, supported each other in difficult times, licked heart wounds together, had fun and had fun. Adrianna was a terrible laughter and never lost her spirit, although she existed on a state scholarship. If it were not for her constant care and help, then Carolina would hardly have graduated from the university with honors. Adrianna herself was more worried about her friend than about herself, and as a result did not receive a degree at all.

It was not the only difference between them.If Carolina carefully planned her career and always focused on television, then Adrianna was only concerned about her next love adventure. She seemed to be showing some interest in journalism, but by the end of the course, it became clear that none of the companies was willing to accept her to work. Carolina was gladly picked up by the BBC.

Girls were different and outwardly, Carolina was a tall blonde, Adrianna was a graceful little brunette. Carolina - fair-skinned, Adrianna - dark-skinned Mediterranean type. Her eyes were amber-brown, Carolina - gray-blue. They even dressed girlfriends in different ways: Adrianna adored everything fashionable and catchy, Carolina preferred to wear strict functional clothing) - When did you return? - asked Carolina. In her last letter to her, a friend reported that she was going to live in Los Angeles with a rich Texas cattle trader, although all her life she had dreamed of settling with some “cowboy” on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. Judging by the letter, her current elect was burning with the desire to share her millions with her. It suited her completely.

“Half a year ago,” Adrianna replied.

“Why haven't you called yet?”

“I don’t even know,” a friend replied with a shrug. - You became a celebrity, you rotate among famous people, I was somehow uncomfortable to impose.

- I don't want to know anything! We are friends. Where do you live now? - asked Carolina.

- Very close, around the corner!

- On Mayfair? Not bad settled!

“I have a small private house there in the quarter of the former royal stables.” Maybe you will come? Lunch, chat!

Caroline looked at her watch:

- Now I can not, I hurry to a business meeting. But by one o'clock I will be free.

- Great! I'll have something done by then!

Adrianna opened her purse of embossed morocco, with a golden capital letter “H” on the lock, took out a silver business card holder and, opening it, handed her business card to Carolina.

- I'm so happy to see you again, Karo! My address is on the card. I look forward to you waiting.

- Do not be offended if I'm a little late. The meeting may be delayed, - said Carolina.

At that moment, a nimble young man wearing a yellow uniform jacket approached the seller and asked if his help was needed.

“I would like to try on that creamy silk skirt,” Adrianna said. - Where is the fitting room?

“I will take you there, madam,” the salesman said, taking the skirt off the hanger.

- Well, I'll run! - Said Caroline, mentally noting that the seller turns his back as if he had it on the hinges.

- I'll uncork a bottle of champagne! Shouted Adrianna after her.

Champagne turned out to be the prestigious “Krug” brand, and the house turned out to be a spacious three-storey building built of two united old outbuildings. Downstairs there was a kitchen, a dining room and guest apartments, on the second floor, where a wide spiral staircase led, there was a large living room, on the third floor there was a hostess’s bedroom with a huge bathroom, a loggia and a large balcony, where amazing plants smelt sweet scents in beautiful pots, two lounge chairs and a round cast-iron dining table. The bedroom windows looked out onto the south, in a cozy green patio. It was very pleasant to just sit and relax on the balcony, because finding such a quiet corner in central London is far from easy.

Having set the guest at the table, the hostess began to unload the grocery cart, delivered from the ground floor with an ingenious freight elevator, and talk about how she lived in recent years. Carolina enjoyed the peace and quiet, breathing in the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle, drank champagne in small sips and listened with interest to her story.

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