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She blinked, realising she was staring at hiormlessly He crossed to the table in the rooeneral work surface, and placed an elegant leather document case down upon it, from which he proceeded to withdraad of documents

‘I have had the requisite papers drawn up,’ he inforn them’

Magda sed ‘Er…I’, Mr Viscenti’

‘Di Viscenti,’ he said ‘You will be Signora di Viscenti You must learn the correct form of address’

Magda rubbed the suddenly damp palms of her hands surreptitiously on her trousers ‘Um…Mr di Viscenti, I…er…I…er…don’t think I can help you Really It’s all a bit too…er…weird for me…’

She cast around in herthat the whole thing was so flaky she wouldn’t touch it with a bargepole

His arched eyebrows rose ‘Weird?’ he echoed Then, brusquely, he nodded ‘Yes, it is weird, Miss Jones But, as I explained to you this , I have no choice—it is a matter of who controls our family business, Viscenti AG, the details of which need not trouble you But it is sufficient reason for e, under very controlled circu ality It is a e—even though a temporary one—is necessary’

‘But why to me?’ she burst out ‘A man like you could pick any woman to marry’

Rafaello accepted the ingenuous co more than the obvious ‘Think of e, but as a job, Miss Jones A very te the previous…candidate…found difficult to accept’ He esture with his hand ‘The wo?’ he prompted

‘You were going to marry her?’

‘Yes Unfortunately she…withdrew at the last ent need for a replacement I must marry as soon as possible’