ONE POTATO, TWO POTATO ....

The young male entourage hurried behind her as she strode ahead ... it would not do to fall behind, to be seen as unable to keep up ... to miss an order from her.

The woman had newly arrived back from her offices in the Big Apple and was not in a good mood.

Standing behind her desk she threw the red top tabloid onto it, the headline 'Body Found in Bond Street', screamed from the top.

'Incompetance', she hissed ,'Why as I surrounded by such incompetance!' it was a statement, not a question.

Her legion of young men stood infront of her, their heads lowered, not daring to get eye contact with her. Some had seen her in this mood before, the others had just heard about it, the reality was every bit as scary as all the stories they had been told.

'Someone is going to pay for this', she said, the click of her fingers instructing one of her subordinates to rush around the table and light her cigarette for.

'But for now it's time to assemble my troops. You ....' she pointed at one of the men in front of her,' get me Justin Gonzalez, it's time for him to step up to the plate.

'You', she pointed to another of her team, 'Get me the editor of Dish it.'

The pair of them scuttled off to do as she had told them.

'Now then' she sat at her desk and opened the large drawer in front of her, 'who is it going to be this week?'

She pulled out a large file marked 'confidential' and flipped through it.

Inside was a celebrity filled Pandora's Box. Photographs of politicians accepting bribes, teenage hearthrobs engaged in gay sex, Hollywood Royalty laid in drug fuelled heaps ....

The woman ran her hand across the photographs before selecting two and laying them on the table before her.

'Now then handsome', she said whilst looking at a post workout photo of pop megastar Ben Truman, 'is it time to let all the little girls out there know that you really don't go for them but really love to indulge yourself in some serious for man on man action'

'Or', she looked down at a photograph of society 'it' girl Lucy Bessington, 'is it time to let your parents and the establishment of East Coast Old money into the little secret that their precious little angel is nothing more than a drug addled slut?'

For the first time that day a smile spread across her face as she contemplated her decision .....