‘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.’‘AS A
‘Part of the household, though—what exactly does that mean?’ she said slowly.He said casually, ‘Much the same as the last three days, when Nicky’s here, at least, but because I’ll be working from down here much more it’ll be like a semi-permanent abode. Whenever you feel you need to go home, though, that’ll be fine.’Irene relaxed a little and couldn’t control an impulse to smile suddenly. ‘What?’‘It’s a job that sort of defies description, doesn’t it?’His lips twisted, then he gave a jolt of laughter. ‘I wouldn’t like to have to advertise it.’ He sobered. ‘But from the moment you made such a hit with Nicky—’‘My fate was sealed,’ she supplied. ‘Part of my fate was sealed. But you are serious about the other side of it?’‘Perfectly,’ he assured her.Irene heard herself say swiftly, ‘Then I’ll do it,’ as if getting it out fast was the only way to do it because once she stopped to let herself think, she’d be tempted to run away and hide. But she couldn’t spend her life running and h
What was more, she knew how to counteract these feelings, didn’t she?In times like these she’d always gone to her Mother Superior and her advice had always been the same. Stop thinking only of yourself, Irene. Think about others instead and, for yourself, establish goals. Think forward, not backwards.It might have sounded harsh, but it had worked, and because that dear friend and mentor was no longer with her didn’t mean it would no longer work.So far as thinking forwards, unfortunately, she wouldn’t be able to distance herself physically from Murad Fullbuster for the time being, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t practise mental apartheid, she’d thought with a dry little smile.But—and it had struck her that the lack of real goals might have created the vacuum in her life that had precipitated this crisis—she needed more of a challenge in her life than she had at present. Well, not the immediate present, she’d amended her thoughts rather ruefully, but going back to working for Simo
He frowned at her. ‘But in your case it happened in a matter of moments, the way he took to you.’‘I would say—’ Irene sipped her water from a cut-glass tumbler, then picked up her knife and fork again ‘—he’s not much used to men if he’s lived with his mother and his grandmother. And I do have experience with kids of that age.Don’t worry, it will happen, it just takes time,’ she assured him.His frown deepened. ‘You’re also—like a new person, Miss Josephine, if I may say so. Why’s that?’Irene considered, then told him part of the truth. ‘I took myself to task this morning. Look forward, not backward, seek new challenges and goals and—lo and behold!—what should fall into my lap shortly afterwards but your offer. So I’m feeling really positive, you could say.’She’d changed her Argyle sweater for a cotton-knit top and hadn’t noticed the streak of Play-Doh on her sleeve. Her hair was in bunches and she wore her glasses. She looked young but very alive and vital. It was hard to compare
It was Mrs Mills who answered. ‘As you know, Jake, we can close the guest wing off. Which is how we’ve managed to corral Nemo out of the rest of the house anyway and Nicky is usually asleep by seven—the guests don’t arrive until seven-thirty.’‘Anyway, I’ll be on hand just in case,’ Irene supplied.But it was her turn to be looked at over the top of his glasses. ‘Item,’ Jake said, ‘Mr Fullbuster has requested your presence at the dinner dance, Miss Josephine.’Irene stared at him as her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. ‘Why? Is he short of an interpreter again?’‘Not that I’m aware of.’ Jake shook his head. ‘But—I don’t understand. And I don’t want to—’‘Perhaps he thought it would be a nice break for you after all you’ve done for Nicky?’ Mrs Mills suggested. ‘And I can get Peta and Brad to sleep over so you wouldn’t have to worry about Nicky.’‘I still don’t want to—’It was Jake who interrupted her this time. ‘Miss Josephine, Irene, if I may…’ he hesitated ‘…it would not be a good
Also, black did suit her, she decided. It did make her skin look creamy. And the style made her waist look reed-slim. With it she wore sheer black tights and, thankfully, medium-heel black suede shoes.But as she stared at herself with her hands on her hips something seemed to be missing.Her make-up was nearly as good as Mary’s efforts. Her nails were not painted—dogs and kids didn’t seem to go well with painted nails—but they were smooth, neat ovals and a healthy pink.Her hair might not have quite the extra—what was the word?—zip it had had after Mr Roger had combed it, but she was happy with the fair, tamed curls.‘It just needs something to lift it—I know, I need a flower. Maybe Mrs Mills or Stan could help me out?’ she said to her reflection.They both helped out.Stan found a perfect white gardenia for her and Mrs Mills pinned it into her hair with a tiny pearl clip.‘There.’ Mrs Mills stood back. ‘You look lovely, Irene! Doesn’t she, Stan?’ ‘She looks beaut!’ Stan concurred.S
He stirred and the harshness relaxed a little. ‘I’ll go and say goodnight to him now.’Irene heaved a sigh of relief and she stood up to allow him to pass, only to find she simply couldn’t help herself as he drew abreast of her.‘What made you think I might have coached him? I would have thought I’d made it perfectly clear these things can’t be rushed.’He stopped one step below her so their eyes were almost level. And she saw something else she’d missed in her earlier summation of him—he might be hiding it well, but he was tired.A smile flickered in his eyes as he said, ‘Yes, ma’am, you did impart that pearl of wisdom to me, amongst a few others. Uh—why? I’m not in a good mood, to put it mildly. I haven’t been for days and when I get like this I tend to be—cynical, suspicious, even downright bloody-minded.’‘So they told me—’ She broke off and bit her lip.‘Told you that, did they? My staff?’ he drawled. ‘They’re right.’ ‘But have things fallen through?’ She looked concerned. ‘Has i
Irene left hers unopened once she realized what it was all about.The meal was cleared and more champagne poured—it was time for the speeches and toasts.If you didn’t know him, Irene thought as she watched Murad Fullbuster perform his part, you would think there was nothing wrong with him. But she noticed that his sister was watching him intently with a frown in her eyes.Then all the formalities were over and the string quartet demonstrated their versatility, and couples took to the dance floor to a lively beat.Irene decided to slip away. She had the beginnings of a headache and a few minutes alone in a nice quiet spot seemed like a good idea.She had no idea that two men saw her go: Murad—and his cousin, Paul O’Hara.She went out onto the lawn and took the path that led to the swimming-pool garden but stopped at a sound behind her, a footstep. She took a deep breath and turned—it was Paul O’Hara.He too wore his dinner suit well, his fair hair was smooth and his nice grey eyes wer