“You have to leave now, senorita.”
Cara Welsh tipped her head back, and back some more, until she stared into the face of the uniformed security guard who towered over her. I am not leaving, she told him, making no move to vacate the chair she had occupied for over 2 hours in the waiting area of this vast marble foyer.
The big man’s eyebrows beetled together. “You must go. The building is closing.”
The building was the Velga tower---- a great big steel and glass monolith that rose from the heart of Barcelona thriving business district and dwarfed everything around it. It had caused $1.2 billion to construct, had taken two years and three months from foundation to completion, and comprised of 44 floors of bustling head office activity for one of Europe’s largest and most successful multinational conglomerates. Cara was well acquainted with these facts because she had picked up the glossy hardbound book titled the Velga corporation 60 years of success off the loot table beside her and, out of sheer boredom, read the entire thing from forefront to cover do back. Twice.
“I am not leaving without an appointment to see Mr de la Velga,” she said.
This was not news to the security man. She had made the same request on her arrival, and again an hour ago when it became obvious that his call to the CEO’s assistant has garnered no result. He is not available.
Which is why I want to make an appointment,” she explained with exaggerated patience. “So that I can see him when he’s available.”
“Not possible,” the man said, and with that he clamped a giant hand around her upper arm and hold her to her feet. Cara gasped. “Wait!”
She braced her leg to resist, her flat rubber soled shoes giving her a much needed moment of purchase on the shiny marble. You are not seriously going to manhandle me out of the building? I am sorry, senorita, he said, but the sidelong glance he sent her did not look apologetic so much as… pitying. She bristled at the implication of that look. It wasn’t difficult to guess what they were thinking about her.
A man as powerful and will be as they are both must have an abundance of female admirers and hangers on, and his staff were no doubt required to act as gatekeepers on occasion. But Cara was no jilted lover or wannabe mistress. Please, she persisted, heating the disputed note that crept into her voice. “Can you just call his office one more time? Somebody must still be up there.”
Here, it was almost 6:30 PM, but didn’t work hours in Spain differ from the norm at home? And hadn’t she read an online article just yesterday in which the CEO was quoted saying that he not only worked long hours himself, but expected key members of his staff to do the same?
But the guard shook his head. “Call tomorrow,” he said.
Cara felt the sharp bite of her frustration in her belly. She had already found the day before, and the day before that. Each time she had been stonewalled by the CEOs uppity assistant. Which was why she had dragged across the city in the stifling mid August heat this afternoon and shown up in person. She planted her feet and locked her knees, but her strength was no match for the guards. He started walking and she was forced to stumble along beside him, clutching her tote bag and the shreds of our dignity as he marched her towards the automatic sliding glass doors. Her heart lurched. A few more steps and she would be out on the street, back to square one. The glass doors parted before them, letting a blast of hot air, and then she thought of the envelope in her bag, the letter that she had carried 10,000 miles across the globe, and the crushing sense of failure engulfed her. All because she couldn’t find her way to the top of this imposing corporate fortress to see one man.
Her body stiffened out in protest.” I am Mr. de la Velga’s step-sister!” and the guard pulled up short, surprise making his grip slacken just short enough so that’s he could wrench herself free.
Around them the cavernous foyer came to a standstill, the other security personnel in the desk and few office workers making their way to and from the lift having paused and fallen silent in the week of her outburst. A tidal wave of heat swept up her body and into her face. Doing her best to ignore the curious stares, she levelled her gaze at the card and said quietly, “I’m sure neither his assistant, now you, would like to inform him that you have turned me away.”
The man rubbed the back of his neck, his face grew up in a grimace of indecision. Finally, he said in a graph voice. Please wait. He returned to the desk to make a phone call and two minutes later at all, elegant woman wearing a sleek Navy shift dress and high heels emerged from the left. She looked to the guard, who steered in Cara’s direction with the tilt of his head.
The woman gave her an assessing look and then looked at her and said,” Please follow me.”
When she reached there, she looked at the man sitting there staring at her as if she was prey and said,” Thank you Camilla.”
The woman who had escorted her here left the room. My staff are concerned for my safety. It wasn't the start to the conversation that she had anticipated. She blinked confused. Why?
“They believe you might pose a threat he elaborated watching her closely. Do you miss Welsh?”
Her eyes widened. “A physical threat you mean?” The notion was so preposterous a little laugh bubbled up her throat. “Hardly.”
“Indeed. Are you a journalist?” He asked her abruptly.
“No,” she said trying to ignore the disconcerting pulse of heat that fire through her body in week of his cursory appraisal. “Why would you think that?”
His many treating as logged onto hers. “Journalists have a tendency to get creative in their attempts to access whom ever they are pursuing.”
She frowned. “I'm afraid I don't follow.”
“You claim to be in my step sister.”
“Ahhh!” She felt her cheeks growing pink. “I can explain that.”
The pale woman lying on the bed was nothing like the woman who had raised her since she was two years old. The woman who was lying before her with her shallow breathing was nothing like the strong vibrant vivacious woman who had made sure that she had a home and a safe place where she would not be watching things that no child needs to watch.“Mom, do you need some water?” asked Cara as she quickly blinked away the tears that were threatening to blind her vision.“You know that I can see you crying. I can hear you sniffling at all the points of time when I am sleeping,” said the woman on the bed. This woman’s name was Matilda Walsh and she was suffering from stage four lungs cancer which was the reason talking was so difficult for her.“You are not to take much pressure at all. You do realise that, right?” asked Cara as she wiped her face and then said,” I know that you have to speak a lot so I have made sure that you can talk to me. I have given you something to calm you down and you
“You have to leave now, senorita.”Cara Welsh tipped her head back, and back some more, until she stared into the face of the uniformed security guard who towered over her. I am not leaving, she told him, making no move to vacate the chair she had occupied for over 2 hours in the waiting area of this vast marble foyer.The big man’s eyebrows beetled together. “You must go. The building is closing.”The building was the Velga tower---- a great big steel and glass monolith that rose from the heart of Barcelona thriving business district and dwarfed everything around it. It had caused $1.2 billion to construct, had taken two years and three months from foundation to completion, and comprised of 44 floors of bustling head office activity for one of Europe’s largest and most successful multinational conglomerates. Cara was well acquainted with these facts because she had picked up the glossy hardbound book titled the Velga corporation 60 years of success off the loot table beside her and,
“Can you Miss Welsh?” Xavier’s tone was hard. “Because the last time I checked my parents were still happily married to each other. To my knowledge neither of them is hiding additional spouses or secret stepchildren.” Her blush intensified. She had expected this to be tricky. It was why she had put such careful thought into what she would say but how she would say it if she ever got the chance. But now that she was here and he was standing before her so much more imposing in the flesh than she had imagined she couldn't recall one single sentence now she had so painstakingly crafted in her mind. Cara swallowed. “Maybe we could sit down?” She suggested. For a long moment he didn't move just stood there staring at her eyes narrowed to the slit sub silver grey as if he were debating whether to have her thrown out or let her stay. Finally as her composer teetered on the brink of collapse gesture to a chair in front of the desk. Relief pushed to smile on to her face. “Thank you,” she sai
Girls did not look at their brothers and feel their skin prickle and heat or their mouths go dry.He wasn't even the sort of man she liked. In fact he was everything she disliked. Arrogant. Superior. Unfeeling. A self appointed demi god in a power suit ruling his kingdom from the top of his gilded tower.And Cara knew all about men with god complexes didn't she? She had dated a surgeon whose ego was the size of the sydney opera house and then even worse because she should have known better she had moved in with him and decided that she was in love.Jamming the bricks on her runway thoughts she focused on the cold handsome face of the man in front of her and made a snap decision,” I don't think you are ready for this letter Mr de la Velga.”And in that moment she knew she wasn't ready to relinquish it because what if he didn't treat it with the respect that it deserved? What if he threw it away even without reading it?Stiffening her resolve she talked to the envelope into her journal
Barcelona was basking in the heat of a blazing sun beneath the glorious blue sky when Cara emerged from the hostel just before 11:00 AM. She had risen late and lingered over breakfast chatting with the Canadian guy and the young German couple who had wanted to ask her a one your questions about Australia. She waited a bit, pausing on the pavement outside the hostel she Ramesh in her tote bag for her sunglasses and slip them on. She had a mild headache and her ears rank still from the over loud music in the club last night but at least she wasn't suffering with a hangover. She had one tequila shot with the girls and then stuck with lime and soda water for the rest of the time.The dancing had been fun but the clubbing scene really wasn't her thing. She had only gone because the 2 Irish girls with whom she was sharing a room had invited her out and the prospect of a few hours of defending music and final loving company had appealed more than sitting alone feeling sorry for herself.“Sen
The big man with mountainous shoulders who seemed no less intimidating even now that Cara knew his name waited in the reception area while she went to pack. The Irish girls we're still out for the count so she moved about the room quietly and left a farewell note saying that she was checking out due to change of plans said that she wish them well on their travels.When she emerged Juan reached for her backpack. “Let me carry it senorita Welsh.”Although she was more than capable of carrying her own bag she gave it up without any argument. He was under orders and she suspected even a burly tough looking man like when would not wish to invite his bosses displeasure.“I just need to settle my account,” she told him.“It is done.”She frowned. “But…”“Please come at once senorita. Senor de la Velga doesn't like to be kept waiting.”Cara wasn't happy about it but she held her tongue. She knew that arguing with the hired muscle was pointless. She would see something to Xavier though. She co
Turning away from the stunning view Cara went inside and took a shower in the massive ensuite bathroom and afterwards pulled on a pair of Navy dress jeans and a short sleeved white gloves she hadn't thought to ask Rosa about the dress code for dinner and she had never died with a billionaire in his home before so smart casual seems to be the safest option.After dying her hair into a loose not at her neighbor she checked the time and decided to make an appearance 10 minutes earlier than Rosa had recommended. If her host was a stickler for punctuality she would rather be early than be even a minute late.The villa was so big she took 2 wrong turns on her way to the formal dining room before she finally located it bossing in the hallway she touched a hand to her hair and took a deep breath and then walked into the room Rosa was there and then Cara smiled at her then shifted her girls to the long dining table and the single place setting at one end.Before she had fully processed the imp
Assuming Cara was travelling somewhere not far behind he didn’t slow his pace nor did he glance over his shoulder until he reached the doorway where he finally paused and looked back. Only to see that she was nowhere in sight.His mouth flattened.Infernal woman.He dumped his briefcase on the desk return to the hallway and cast an impatient look down its vast empty length.Finally just as he was beginning to consider the possibility that she had decided to defy him emerged around the corner at the far end of the hall when spotting him waiting hurried towards him on those long shapely legs.She stopped in front of him panting a little each breath moving her firm high breasts up and down.He gritted his teeth. don't look.“Did you get lost?” Xavier asked dryly.“Of course I got lost.”Her snapped response made him drawback a fraction. I was being sarcastic.she gave him a droll look. “Were you? I would never have guessed.”She jammed her hands on her hips and hacked out of breath blowi