Sit down

‘Sit down, Irene. I’ve pulled out of the golf, which—’ he smiled a lightning smile at her ‘—as you know I wasn’t that keen on anyway. I’ve also found a replacement for you so far as interpreting goes for the rest of the negotiations.’

Irene’s eyes widened. ‘For all the other functions too?’ He nodded.

‘Simon will kill me!’ She looked bewildered and even more anxious as she stopped.

‘Simon?’ he queried with his eyebrows raised.

‘Simon Wellford of the agency I work for. My boss, in other words. He was over the moon about getting this assignment because he thought it could lead to a lot more work.’

‘It can. It will,’ Murad said decisively. ‘And it could have happened anyway— it was always written into the contract he signed that you were a temporary replacement. It so happens the interpreter who got sick, whose place you took, has got better a lot sooner than was anticipated. He’s ready to come back to work. But, listen, I’ve got a proposition to make. Come and work for me, Irene.’

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