page9 (1/1)

This was the smallest coe for his staff to think sh to suit the project, particularly when this latest acquisition had a big black hole in its accounts Now there were two thousand eood reason to hate Donald Hamilton because the future of the business was very much in the balance

A young wo blonde hair was caught back in a si in ile of her head and her perfect profile Well, what do you know? he thought without great surprise Gwenna froain Had she seen his linised his financial worth? Whatever, she had evidently now identified hi for her He felt disappointed He had thought that just for once he et a woe

The older man set down the handset and hter, Gwenna, is downstairs asking to seeto speak to her?’ Angelo had beco because when he had glanced through the background information on Donald Hahter by that nahter?’ ‘His only child and a lovely girl, but I would really prefer not to have to deal with her There’s nothing to say, is there?’ ‘Nothing,’ one of the executives agreed very drily

‘I will see her in here in fifteen ry sense of shock and recoil spreading through hiirl?Sì, he could vouch for that He was a connoisseur and she had stopped even him in his tracks Impervious to his companions’ surprise at his announcement, he immediately accessed the file on Hamilton on his laptop And there he found the brief reference to her as Jennifer Gwendolen Massey Haed twenty-six years Donald Ha, cheating fraudster

Gwenna sat in the waiting area feeling the hostile chill in the air around her and registered that she was reaping what her father had sown The nerve-racking elo Riccardi, the billionaire head of Rialto, was in the building and prepared to speak to her, for she had dimly assumed that someone so rich and powerful would have little personal involvement in the acquisition of a comparatively small rural business

By the time she was escorted past the door that had once led to her father’s office and shown into the boardroom, she was very pale, stiff with shaly nervous

‘Miss Ha the shock of recognition stamp the pure lines of her face She could not hide her dismay and embarrassment and he marvelled at a transparency that was a rare trait in the world in which he lived ‘I’reeted by the e, Gwenna exclaielo elevated an ebony brow

A ti all over again the stunning set of his tawny gaze above the sh cheekbones, the masculine jut of his nose, the sensual fullness of his hard, handsome mouth A curious little pulse of uneasy heat flickered in the pit of her stohty effort to regain her scattered wits

‘Well, obviously you are…er, who you say you are,’ Gwenna conceded in an aard rush ‘My goodness, a coincidence I could’ve done without today’ ‘I still don’t knohy you wanted to seeher frank inability to conceal how flustered she was It seee of character—that his ene

‘To talk about my father’ ‘I’m surprised you think that I would be interested’ Gwenna stiffened ‘My father worked here for a long time—’ ‘While he systematically stripped this business of its capital’ Her lashes dipped over her troubled eyes ‘I have no intention of trying to deny anything that he has done’ ‘Why else are you requesting this interview? But then, perhaps you expect the same special treatment that your father enjoyed when he worked here’ Her uneasiness escalated ‘I don’t knohat you’re talking about’ ‘John Ridge treated your father more as a friend than an employee and he could never understand why improved productivity consistently failed to deliver elo watched her lose colour and duck her head at that news He was griainst her It was second nature to him to pick up on other people’s weak points and utilise theutted now that he understands how his trust was betrayed’ ‘Dad is very asha in your own little world, Miss Ha to find a way for this business to survive without massive redundancies’