Can You Keep a Secret? - Softcover

Kinsella, Sophie

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0385338082 ISBN 13: 9780385338080

Verlag: Dial Press, 2005

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NOW A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE • From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Party Crasher and Love Your Life comes a novel with the same wicked humor, buoyant charm, and optimism as her beloved Shopaholic series.

“Sophie Kinsella keeps her finger on the cultural pulse, while leaving me giddy with laughter.”—Jojo Moyes, author of The Giver of Stars and The Last Letter from Your Lover

Meet Emma Corrigan, a young woman with a huge heart, an irrepressible spirit, and a few little secrets:
 
Secrets from her boyfriend: I’ve always thought Connor looks a bit like Ken. As in Barbie and Ken.
 
Secrets from her mother: I lost my virginity in the spare bedroom with Danny Nussbaum while Mum and Dad were downstairs watching Ben-Hur.
 
Secrets she wouldn’t share with anyone in the world: I have no idea what NATO stands for. Or even what it is.
 
Until she spills them all to a handsome stranger on a plane. At least, she thought he was a stranger. . . .
 
But come Monday morning, Emma’s office is abuzz about the arrival of Jack Harper, the company’s elusive CEO.  Suddenly Emma is face-to-face with the stranger from the plane, a man who knows every single humiliating detail about her. Things couldn’t possibly get worse. Or could they?
 
Praise for Can You Keep a Secret?
 
“Venturing beyond Saks and Barney’s, the bestselling author of Confessions of a Shopaholic and Shopaholic Ties the Knot entertains readers with backstabbing office shenanigans, competition, scandal, love and sex. . . . Kinsella’s down-to-earth protagonist is sure to have readers sympathizing and doubled over in laughter.”—Publishers Weekly

“If laughing out loud in public places is your bag, be sure to pick up [Can You Keep a Secret?]. Heroine Emma Corrigan is going to be your new best friend.”—Boston Herald
 
“Kinsella’s timing is so perfect, her instincts so spot-on, that it’s easy to . . . devour the book like the guilty pleasure it is.”—Miami Herald

“Chick lit at its lightest and breeziest . . . filled with fabulous clothes, stalwart friends, and snotty enemies waiting to be taken down a peg.”—Orlando Sentinel

“[Kinsella’s] dialogue is sharp, even her minor characters are well drawn, and her parody of the marketing world is very funny.”—Washington Post Book World

“[A] comedic frenzy of ill-fated events . . . punchy . . . fast-moving.”—Rocky Mountain News

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Sophie Kinsella is the author of the bestselling Shopaholic series, as well as the novels Can You Keep a Secret?, The Undomestic Goddess, Remember Me?, Twenties Girl, I've Got Your Number, Wedding Night, My Not So Perfect Life, and Surprise Me. She lives between London and the country.

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With the same wicked humor, buoyant charm, and optimism that have made her Shopaholic novels beloved international bestsellers, Sophie Kinsella delivers a hilarious new novel and an unforgettable new character. Meet Emma Corrigan, a young woman with a huge heart, an irrepressible spirit, and a few little secrets:
Secrets from her mother: Sammy the goldfish in my parents' kitchen is not the same goldfish that Mum gave me to look after when she and Dad were in Egypt.
Secrets from her boyfriend: I've always thought Connor looks a bit like Ken. As in Barbie and Ken.
From her colleagues:
When Artemis really annoys me, I feed her plant orange juice. (Which is pretty much every day.) It was me who jammed the copier that time. In fact, all the times.
Secrets she wouldn't share with anyone in the world:
My G-string is hurting me.Until she spills them all to a handsome stranger on a plane. At least, she thought he was a stranger.
But come Monday morning, Emma's office is abuzz about the arrival of Jack Harper, the company's elusive CEO. Suddenly Emma is face-to-face with the stranger from
the plane, a man who knows every single humiliating detail about her. Things couldn't possibly get worse--Until they do.

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Chapter One


Of course I have secrets.

Of course I do. Everyone has a few secrets. It’s completely normal.

I’m not talking about big, earth-shattering secrets. Not the-president-is planning-to-bomb-Japan-and-only-Will-Smith- can-save-the-world type secrets. Just normal, everyday little secrets.

Like, for example, here are a few random secrets of mine, off the top of my head:

 1.My Kate Spade bag is a fake.

 2.I love sweet sherry, the least cool drink in the universe.

 3.I have no idea what NATO stands for. Or even exactly what it is.

 4.I weigh 128 pounds. Not 118, like my boyfriend, Connor, thinks. (Although, in my defense, I was planning to go on a diet when I told him that. And, to be fair, it is only one number different.)

 5.I’ve always thought Connor looks a bit like Ken. As in Barbie and Ken.

 6.Sometimes, when we’re right in the middle of passionate sex, I suddenly want to laugh.

 7.I lost my virginity in the spare bedroom with Danny Nussbaum while Mum and Dad were downstairs watching Ben-Hur.

 8.I’ve already drunk the wine that Dad told me to save for twenty years.

 9.Sammy the goldfish at home isn’t the same goldfish that Mum and Dad gave me to look after when they went to Egypt.

10.When my colleague Artemis really annoys me, I feed her plant orange juice. (Which is pretty much every day.)

11.I once had this weird lesbian dream about my flatmate Lissy.

12.My G-string is hurting me.

13.I’ve always had this deep-down conviction that I’m not like everybody else, and there’s an amazingly exciting new life waiting for me just around the corner.

14.I have no idea what this guy in the gray suit is going on about.

15.Plus, I’ve already forgotten his name.

And I only met him ten minutes ago.

“We believe in multi-logistical formative alliances,” he’s saying in a nasal, droning voice, “both above and below the line.”

“Absolutely!” I reply brightly, as though to say “Doesn’t everybody?”

Multi-logistical. What does that mean, again?

Oh, God. What if they ask me?

Don’t be stupid, Emma. They won’t suddenly demand, What does “multi-logistical” mean? I’m a fellow marketing professional, aren’t I? Obviously I know these things.

And anyway, if they mention it again, I’ll change the subject. Or I’ll say I’m post-logistical or something.

The important thing is to keep confident and businesslike. I can do this. This is my big chance, and I’m not going to screw it up.

I’m sitting in the offices of Glen Oil’s headquarters in Glasgow, and as I glance at my reflection in the window, I look just like a top businesswoman. My shoulder-length hair is straightened, after half an hour with the hair dryer and a bottle of serum this morning. I’m wearing discreet gold swirl earrings like they tell you to in how-to-win-that-job articles. And I’ve got on my smart new Jigsaw suit. (At least, it’s practically new. I got it from the Cancer Research shop and sewed on a button to replace the missing one, and you can hardly tell.)

I’m here representing the Panther Corporation, which is where I work. The meeting is to finalize a promotional arrangement between the new cranberry-flavored Panther Prime sports drink and Glen Oil, and I flew up this morning from London, especially.

When I arrived, the two Glen Oil marketing guys started on this long, show-offy “who’s traveled the most?” conversation about air miles and the red-eye to Washington—and I think I bluffed pretty convincingly. But the truth is, this is the first time I’ve ever had to travel for work.

OK. The real truth is, this is the first business meeting I’ve attended on my own. I’ve been at the Panther Corpora- tion for eleven months as a marketing assistant, which is the bottom level in our department. I started off just doing menial tasks like typing letters, getting the sandwiches, and collecting my boss Paul’s dry cleaning. But after a couple of months, I was allowed to start checking copy. Then a few months ago, I got to write my very own promotional leaflet, for a tie-in with washing powder! God, I was excited. I bought a creative-writing book especially to help me, and I spent all weekend working on it. And I was really pleased with the result, even if it didn’t have a misunderstood villain like the book suggested. And even if Paul did just glance at the copy and say “Fine” and kind of forget to tell anyone that I wrote it.

Since then I’ve done a fair bit of writing promotional literature, and I’ve even sat in on a few meetings with Paul. So I really think I’m moving up the ladder. In lots of ways I’m practically a marketing executive already!

Except for the tiny point that I still seem to do just as much typing as before. And getting sandwiches and collecting dry cleaning. I just do it as well as the other jobs. Especially so since our departmental secretary, Gloria, left a few weeks ago and still hasn’t been replaced.

But it’s all going to change; I know it is. This meeting is my big break. It’s my first chance to show Paul what I’m really capable of. I had to beg him to let me go—after all, Glen Oil and Panther have done loads of deals together in the past; it’s not like there’ll be any surprises. But deep down I know I’m here only because I was in his office when he realized he’d double-booked with an awards lunch that most of the department were attending. So here I am, representing the company.

And my secret hope is that if I do well today, I’ll get promoted. The job ad said “possibility of promotion after a year”—and it’s nearly been a year. And on Monday I’m having my appraisal meeting. I looked up “Appraisals” in the staff induction book, and it said they are “an ideal opportunity to discuss possibilities for career advancement.”

Career advancement! At the thought, I feel a familiar stab of longing. It would just show Dad I’m not a complete loser. And Mum. And Kerry. If I could just go home and say, “By the way, I’ve been promoted to marketing executive.”

Emma Corrigan, marketing executive.

Emma Corrigan, senior vice-president (marketing).

As long as everything goes well today. Paul said the deal was pretty much done and dusted, and all I had to do was raise one point about timing, and even I should be able to manage that. And so far, I reckon it’s going really well!

OK, so I don’t understand some of the terms they’re using. But then I didn’t understand most of my GCSE French Oral either, and I still got a B.

“Rebranding . . . analysis . . . cost-effective . . .”

The man in the gray suit is still droning on. As casually as possible, I extend my hand and inch his business card toward me so I can read it.

Doug Hamilton. That’s right. I can remember this. Doug. Dug. Easy—I’ll picture a shovel. Together with a ham. Which . . . which looks ill . . . and . . .

OK, forget this. I’ll just write it down.

I write down “rebranding” and “Doug Hamilton” on my notepad and give an uncomfortable little wriggle. God, my knickers really are uncomfortable. I mean, G-strings are never that comfortable at the best of times, but these are particularly bad. Which could be because they’re two sizes too small.

Which could possibly be...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Dial Press
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2005
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0385338082
• ISBN 13: 9780385338080
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 357
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