‘Served with hasselback potatoes.’ I can’t help a small smile. I conclude he prepared for this meeting by viewing an old recording of my cancelled show. ‘Unfortunately, I can’t cook myself. I rarely have any food in my flat.’

I’m keen to steer the conversation along and be in and out of here. I need to pick up a few things and I’d like to get home in time to have a nap before I prepare dinner for Jordan and me. ‘So, these contracts, Harry?’

‘Indeed!’

Taking his seat in the swivel chair on his side of the desk with abandon, the whole ensemble – Harry included, arms flailing – topples backwards. At the last second, Harry hooks his boots under the desk and narrowly saves himself from ploughing head-first into the wall of boobs and blondes behind him.

‘Whoa, easy does it, tiger!’ he roars.

Faith bursts out giggling.

Harry chuckles.

My head aches.

‘Must be that fetching outfit of yours getting the better of me, Gracie,’ Harry then has the gumption to suggest.

I sit up straighter, with what I hope is a suitable look of umbrage – though to be fair, Harry was looking straight into my eyes, and nowhere else, as he said this. Nonetheless, I adjust the silver scarf more protectively across my packed-in bosom. In the process, the scarf slips completely off one shoulder. To not make things worse, I leave the whole thing as it is.

Harry’s shirt is unbuttoned to halfway down his chest.

It appears he waxes.

Noticing me noticing, he raises an eyebrow.

It occurs to me that if Faith was a man, she’d be Harry Hipgrave, my potential new agent.

I avert my eyes

‘Let’s say, I’m not surprised the station is keen to have you back in this saucy new format.’ Harry flashes another smile, a gorgeously lopsided grin.

I remind myself I’m here for business purposes – and so is Harry. I mustn’t feel so flattered by his, frankly, outrageous flirting that I forget his carry-on is likely a well-honed play to earn himself a fat commission. By Faith’s admission, I look awful today. From the shabby state of Harry’s office, he can do with the work.

‘So, the new show…’ He picks up a wad of papers with the SC6 letterhead on top.

‘Let’s hear it,’ says Faith.

And off he goes.

A little while later, Harry breaks away to buy coffees, leaving Faith and me alone in his office.

‘Faith, tell me you’re not considering being the single chick with the date?’