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‘My pleasure I just came to warn you that you’ll never have him I won’t have him and neither will you I’ll see to it’

‘How?’ Francesca asked coldly Wrong question Georgina obviously hadn’t worked that one out yet She delivered one last venolance Francesca heard the front door slaed in relief

Then she hit the phone

She’d expected to be furious with Jack, running to the viper blonde and blabbing things that were none of her business or anyone else’s for that matter, but she wasn’t As he stanation He had been concerned about her, hadn’t been able to bear her disappointina on the off chance that he could persuade her not to jettison the job because Francesca and Angelo had once had a fling years back Hoas he to know that the engageh the conversation that it had been a bad idea but by then it had been too difficult to back down and leave

Francesca listened, letting hi left to say She didn’t see how she could tell hielo It just seemed too complicated and not very relevant anyway

The reality was that they no longer had the job, for whatever reasons It would have been nice, a juicy little add-on to their portfolio, but that, as they said, was life

She wasn’t angry with Jack

She was, however, angry with Angelo She had a few hours of restless sleep, during which her anger had ti she was in no fit state to placidly start preparing desserts for the Ha

Along with the now redundantthat would never take place was his business card

Francesca stuck on her rey jacket, white shirt underneath, high heels that would elevate her alht, and headed for the City

She had left behind an unco Jack to cover her teed act of charity on her behalf and was only too happy to do what she wanted He hadn’t asked where she was going or why it was so important, nor did he quiz her on her flushed cheeks and over-bright eyes