listening to, her eyes locked in a tight seductive
embrace with Stephane’s . They were taken to the boardroom on the
ground floor and a senior English secretary entered the room carrying a tray of
fine china and a steaming coffee pot rich with the aroma of strong French
coffee.
“I am sorry Miss Logan but Raymond Matisse had to cancel. He rang yesterday but I couldn’t get a
hold of you on your mobile or at the address the London office gave me to
inform you. You are to ring him at
the end of the week and arrange another one.’
The woman pushed horn rimmed glasses further up her nose and awaited
an angry response.
“Oh well never mind we will just have to arrange another one,” Mara
smiled trying to hide her disappointment.
Before she could say anymore Marcus Read the English managing
partner of the Paris branch of the firm entered the room cooing and bowing at
the billionaire Count. Why hadn’t
he been informed of his attendance? Then he apologized for the cancellation on
Matisse’s behalf but it couldn’t be avoided.
Mara was quick to take advantage leaving Stephane to explain his presence and why a Aerospace
billionaire was interested in making a contract with a software giant like
Matisse and their own client who was about to be taken over by them. The task would keep him preoccupied.
She stood up from the table away from the animated discussion and
slipped the neatly folded piece of paper she’d written a message on before they
left the Chateau out from the cup of her bra pretending to be busy shuffling
papers in front of her. The message
it contained was simple, conveying the necessary information. She took the document she had drawn up
in London for Matisse out of her bag together with some other papers and rushed
after the secretary who was discreetly leaving the room.
“Before you go, please send these documents to Raymond Matisse by
courier for signing and tell them that I will be in contact to arrange another
appointment.”
“Yes I will do that for you. I am sorry about today but I couldn’t get a hold of you.”
Mara fought the urge to scream out at the woman but she knew that Stephane was well within earshot.
“That’s okay.”
“Oh I am sorry, I am all fingers and thumbs today.”
The secretary bent to pick the fallen papers which she had carelessly allowed to slip from her fingers. Mara’s heart skipped a beat. It was just like being in a bad
movie. She hurriedly helped the
woman gather the papers up and prayed that the piece of paper was lodged
between them. To her dismay she
found it lying next to two sheets of paper that they had missed. It was too late, the secretary had
already left the room and Stephane’s conversation on
the state of aerospace companies in the world today was drawing to a
close. She frantically replaced the
paper in her bra and took the other papers to her bag, waiting for another
opportunity to spring out in vain.
“Well we have to be going,” Stephane suddenly announced. “Mademoiselle
Logan is a guest at my chateau. If
you need to contact her, please do not hesitate to do so.’
No, no just a little more
time.
“Come along, Mara,” he said speaking to her as though she were a
child.
She looked at Marcus pleadingly but he only seemed confused. Defeated she said her goodbyes and
allowed Stephane to guide her back to the car. She knew by the way her feet hardly
touched the ground in his grip that something was wrong. He pushed her in and then got in next to
her.
“Give it to me,” he insisted holding his palm out flat in front of
her.
“What?” she answered curtly pretending to be ignorant about what he
was asking for.
“Don’t do that,” he snapped with impatience. “Give it to me or I will get it myself.”
He wouldn’t dare but past experience made her cautious and she
embrace with Stephane’s . They were taken to the boardroom on the
ground floor and a senior English secretary entered the room carrying a tray of
fine china and a steaming coffee pot rich with the aroma of strong French
coffee.
“I am sorry Miss Logan but Raymond Matisse had to cancel. He rang yesterday but I couldn’t get a
hold of you on your mobile or at the address the London office gave me to
inform you. You are to ring him at
the end of the week and arrange another one.’
The woman pushed horn rimmed glasses further up her nose and awaited
an angry response.
“Oh well never mind we will just have to arrange another one,” Mara
smiled trying to hide her disappointment.
Before she could say anymore Marcus Read the English managing
partner of the Paris branch of the firm entered the room cooing and bowing at
the billionaire Count. Why hadn’t
he been informed of his attendance? Then he apologized for the cancellation on
Matisse’s behalf but it couldn’t be avoided.
Mara was quick to take advantage leaving Stephane to explain his presence and why a Aerospace
billionaire was interested in making a contract with a software giant like
Matisse and their own client who was about to be taken over by them. The task would keep him preoccupied.
She stood up from the table away from the animated discussion and
slipped the neatly folded piece of paper she’d written a message on before they
left the Chateau out from the cup of her bra pretending to be busy shuffling
papers in front of her. The message
it contained was simple, conveying the necessary information. She took the document she had drawn up
in London for Matisse out of her bag together with some other papers and rushed
after the secretary who was discreetly leaving the room.
“Before you go, please send these documents to Raymond Matisse by
courier for signing and tell them that I will be in contact to arrange another
appointment.”
“Yes I will do that for you. I am sorry about today but I couldn’t get a hold of you.”
Mara fought the urge to scream out at the woman but she knew that Stephane was well within earshot.
“That’s okay.”
“Oh I am sorry, I am all fingers and thumbs today.”
The secretary bent to pick the fallen papers which she had carelessly allowed to slip from her fingers. Mara’s heart skipped a beat. It was just like being in a bad
movie. She hurriedly helped the
woman gather the papers up and prayed that the piece of paper was lodged
between them. To her dismay she
found it lying next to two sheets of paper that they had missed. It was too late, the secretary had
already left the room and Stephane’s conversation on
the state of aerospace companies in the world today was drawing to a
close. She frantically replaced the
paper in her bra and took the other papers to her bag, waiting for another
opportunity to spring out in vain.
“Well we have to be going,” Stephane suddenly announced. “Mademoiselle
Logan is a guest at my chateau. If
you need to contact her, please do not hesitate to do so.’
No, no just a little more
time.
“Come along, Mara,” he said speaking to her as though she were a
child.
She looked at Marcus pleadingly but he only seemed confused. Defeated she said her goodbyes and
allowed Stephane to guide her back to the car. She knew by the way her feet hardly
touched the ground in his grip that something was wrong. He pushed her in and then got in next to
her.
“Give it to me,” he insisted holding his palm out flat in front of
her.
“What?” she answered curtly pretending to be ignorant about what he
was asking for.
“Don’t do that,” he snapped with impatience. “Give it to me or I will get it myself.”
He wouldn’t dare but past experience made her cautious and she
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