Adrianna Ashburn until the next morning. She'd only just sent her latest report through, and here was the permission to go ahead with her latest recommendations. "The formidable Adrianna must have been waiting by her computer," she murmured to herself.
Her report included fast track proposals, so she'd assumed the client would need time, maybe even some convincing. The Ashburn portfolio owned shares in an online domain company and she felt sure the shares were going to peak soon. She'd requested permission to trade in before a possible down turn, stating her reasons and suggesting it was a good time to gain maximum return. It was a fast payback system and she used it to underpin her other more unusual investments.
She hadn't expected the formidable Adrianna—as she'd forever be known—to agree so quickly, but she supposed a business woman had to be able to act fast to get a reputation like hers. The mail confirmed that the release documents would be printed, signed and returned to the Robertson offices by courier, for her action first thing in the morning. Abby couldn't help wondering if Adrianna had noticed that the work had been paced up a notch since she'd taken charge.
She sent a swift acknowledgement and flicked off the monitor. Anything else could wait. She had her reward to enjoy. Standing, she lifted her mobile phone and Zac's business card. She'd left both items on her desk as her personal goal for the day. Smiling, she tapped the number into her mobile phone, adding it to the memory. As it rang out she set the card back on the desk, still looking down at it. It was unusual, she noticed, no title. Just his name and three numbers. The venue card had no names and one number. How many cards did this guy have?
The sound of his voice distracted her from the question. "Zac Bordino."
"Hello, it's Abby...have I called at a convenient moment?"
"Abby," he chuckled. "You know, I had a feeling you might call right about now."
She was gratified to hear the interest in his voice when he realized it was her. "Good. I thought I'd see if your offer to entertain me again was still on."
"Yes indeed."
The sound of his voice washed over her, warming her right through. She gave a breathless laugh, pacing her office as they spoke.
"Name a meeting point and I'll be there," he added.
"Do you know The Bankers Draft? It's a pub on Carver Street, near the building you delivered documents to."
"I know it." There was humor in his voice.
Of course he knows it. He's a courier, they know where everything is .
"I'll be there in about half an hour."
There was a distinct note of interest in his voice when he replied and Abby smiled as she put down the phone, her pulse beating out a demanding rhythm.
She darted to the slim wooden locker that was neatly housed out of view behind the door. She always kept a couple of outfits and a make-over kit in there, in case an unexpected social occasion arose that she was obliged to attend with a new client or another member of the team. She had a choice, a suit in midnight blue that was a particularly flattering cut, black palazzo pants and a green shantung silk top, or a black satin dress. She picked up the satin dress, letting it run through her fingers. The material was fluid and sensuous. She pulled it out and retrieved her make up purse from the top shelf.
When she was done, she stopped at the reception post, but Suzanne wasn't there. Her laughter sounded down the corridor. Glancing at her watch, she realized she probably didn't have time to wait and say goodnight.
Outside, the sky was the color of melting honey, shimmering, marking the turn of a hot day in the city. She loved London more than ever when it was like this, when its fast moving currents began to change on the ebb of the day. The city became sexier, vibrant in a different way, as if a dark spirit lover had invaded its character. Like her own dark lover, mysterious and seductive.
She'd had a good day, and it wasn't over yet. She
Her report included fast track proposals, so she'd assumed the client would need time, maybe even some convincing. The Ashburn portfolio owned shares in an online domain company and she felt sure the shares were going to peak soon. She'd requested permission to trade in before a possible down turn, stating her reasons and suggesting it was a good time to gain maximum return. It was a fast payback system and she used it to underpin her other more unusual investments.
She hadn't expected the formidable Adrianna—as she'd forever be known—to agree so quickly, but she supposed a business woman had to be able to act fast to get a reputation like hers. The mail confirmed that the release documents would be printed, signed and returned to the Robertson offices by courier, for her action first thing in the morning. Abby couldn't help wondering if Adrianna had noticed that the work had been paced up a notch since she'd taken charge.
She sent a swift acknowledgement and flicked off the monitor. Anything else could wait. She had her reward to enjoy. Standing, she lifted her mobile phone and Zac's business card. She'd left both items on her desk as her personal goal for the day. Smiling, she tapped the number into her mobile phone, adding it to the memory. As it rang out she set the card back on the desk, still looking down at it. It was unusual, she noticed, no title. Just his name and three numbers. The venue card had no names and one number. How many cards did this guy have?
The sound of his voice distracted her from the question. "Zac Bordino."
"Hello, it's Abby...have I called at a convenient moment?"
"Abby," he chuckled. "You know, I had a feeling you might call right about now."
She was gratified to hear the interest in his voice when he realized it was her. "Good. I thought I'd see if your offer to entertain me again was still on."
"Yes indeed."
The sound of his voice washed over her, warming her right through. She gave a breathless laugh, pacing her office as they spoke.
"Name a meeting point and I'll be there," he added.
"Do you know The Bankers Draft? It's a pub on Carver Street, near the building you delivered documents to."
"I know it." There was humor in his voice.
Of course he knows it. He's a courier, they know where everything is .
"I'll be there in about half an hour."
There was a distinct note of interest in his voice when he replied and Abby smiled as she put down the phone, her pulse beating out a demanding rhythm.
She darted to the slim wooden locker that was neatly housed out of view behind the door. She always kept a couple of outfits and a make-over kit in there, in case an unexpected social occasion arose that she was obliged to attend with a new client or another member of the team. She had a choice, a suit in midnight blue that was a particularly flattering cut, black palazzo pants and a green shantung silk top, or a black satin dress. She picked up the satin dress, letting it run through her fingers. The material was fluid and sensuous. She pulled it out and retrieved her make up purse from the top shelf.
When she was done, she stopped at the reception post, but Suzanne wasn't there. Her laughter sounded down the corridor. Glancing at her watch, she realized she probably didn't have time to wait and say goodnight.
Outside, the sky was the color of melting honey, shimmering, marking the turn of a hot day in the city. She loved London more than ever when it was like this, when its fast moving currents began to change on the ebb of the day. The city became sexier, vibrant in a different way, as if a dark spirit lover had invaded its character. Like her own dark lover, mysterious and seductive.
She'd had a good day, and it wasn't over yet. She
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