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‘I believe Mr Spencer told them of your relationship, yes’

‘No, not that I mean, do they know about Jeff’s will?’

‘Yes, they know’

Oh, lord! They were probably ready to lynch her frohest tree by now The Spencer family was one of the most powerful in the world of plastics, and they would hardly welcome a little nobody like her into their midst If only Jeff had told her who his family was, explained to her what he meant to do!

‘Sir Charles has expressed a wish to see you,’ the lawyer told her now

She would just bet he had, and she could guess what about ‘When?’ she asked dully

‘This weekend, if that’s possible’

It didn’t sound as if she had much choice ‘I—Well, yes, I suppose so’

‘Good Sir Charles is expecting you’ He handed her a piece of his official-looking notepaper with Sir Charles’ address on ‘For the weekend,’ he added firmly

Callie’s eyes widened, deep brown eyes with golden flecks in their depths Her hair was the colour of corn, straw-coloured she called it, straight and thick to just below her shoulders, the full fringe shaped about her s her eyes the dominant feature, her nose sure petite, even boyish, and at twenty-two years of age she had given up the idea of growing any taller than her five feet two inches in height

‘For the weekend…?’ she echoed weakly

‘Yes Sir Charles feels it would be advisable for you to meet the family I understand the nepheill not be there,’ Ja Callie the impression that he disliked the absent nephew even more than he apparently disliked her—if that were possible His disdain for her had been obvious from the moment she had entered the office half an hour earlier ‘I believe business matters have taken him out of the country,’ he explained abruptly

Callie could understand his reluctance to talk to her—after all, she had no real claiht so too, revealing the family movements as if pressured to

Well she had had enough, she didn’t want to hear any more ‘Please tell Sir Charles I accept his invitation I have to leave now—’

‘We haven’t finished, Miss Day—’

‘I’o Perhaps you could sendin more detail?’ she added to soften the blow

He looked as if she had insulted hiht in the leather desk-chair ‘That isn’t the way I like to do business, Miss Day—’

‘Well, I’o I’ll call you,’ she told hi out of the door

It all seemed like a bad dream, the money, the thirty-seven and a half per cent shares in Spencer Plastics She felt sure she would wake up soon and just be ordinary Callie Day with none of the responsibility of money and shares

She told her friend Marilyn so; Marilyn and her husband Bill lived in the flat next door ‘I’hty Mr Seymour will find there’s been some mistake He has to,’ sh

e groaned