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Theo Theakis sat back in his leather executive chair and felt his blood pressure spike The phone he’d just picked up and discarded lay on the vast expanse of any desk in front of him, as if it were contaminated

And so it was

She was here, downstairs, in this very building His building His London HQ She had walked into his co to do so! His eyes narrowed Was she ain after he’d thrown her fro? She must be mad to be so stupid as to come within a hundred miles of him!

Or just shameless?

His face darkened Shauilt

No, she neither knew or felt any of those things She’d done what she had done and had flaunted it, even thrown it in his face, and had felt nothing—nothing at all about it No hesitation, no compunction, no remorse

And now she had the effrontery to turn up and ask to see hihts to anything—let alone what he knew she was here for

And certainly no right—his eyes flashed with a dangerous, dark anger that went deep to the heart of hiht at all, to call herself what she still did…

His wife

Vicky sat on one of the dark grey leather sofas that were arranged neatly around a slass table In front of her, laid out with pristine precision, were the day’s leading newspapers in half a dozen languages Including Greek With a frag normally she started to read the headline that was visible Her Greek was rusty—she’d deliberately not used any of the language she’d acquired—and now her brain balked at forave herround and round in an ever-tightening loop

I ought to just stand up and walk out Not care that he’s refused to see me Not sit here like a le hiot a flat here, somewhere up above his daoes down to an underground car park, where he’s either got one of his flash cars or a chauffeured li There’s no reason he should walk past me…

So she should go, she knew It was pointless just continuing to sit here, with her sto to ache in their unaccustoh-heeled shoes

But I hat I cao back eet it!

Deterth to her expression What she wanted was rightfully hers—and she’d been cheated of it Cheated of what she had been promised—what she needed Needed noo years later, with ier She needed that money!

And it was that thought only that was keeping her glued to the grey leather as the slow minutes passed Pointless, she half accepted, and yet the deep, deep sense of outrage she felt still kept her there