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CHAPTER ONE

SOME DAYS STARTED OUT well and stayed that way Others started out well and rapidly deteriorated

This day, Nadir Zaman Al-Darkhan, Crown Prince of Bakaan, decided as he stared at a very large and very ugly statue squatting in the corner of his London office, was rapidly sliding towards the latter ‘What the hell is that?’

He glanced over his shoulder at his new PA, who blinked back at him like a newly hatched owl transfixed by a wicked wolf She’d been recommended by his old PA, whose recently acquired husband had taken offence at the seventeen-hour work-days Nadir habitually kept, and he wasn’t sure how she was going to work out

In general people either treated hi to his brother, it had soave off Apparently he emanated an aura of power and ruthless determination that didn’t bode well for his personal relationships, which hy he didn’t have ed when Zach had delivered that piece of news Personal relationships ranked well down beloork, exercise, sex and sleep

Not always, a sneaky voice whispered in his ear and he frowned as that voice conjured up an io and had never seen since

‘I believe it’s a golden stag, sir,’ his PA all but stuttered, definitely falling into the fearful category

Applying some of that ruthlessness his brother had e of the blonde dancer from hisand he only hoped it hadn’t once been alive ‘I got that, Miss Fenton What I should have said is—what the hell is it doing in my office?’

‘It’s a gift from the Sultan of Astiv’

Ah, just what he needed—another gift fro coo He’d only been back in Europe a day since the funeral and he was, frankly, tired of the re for the man who had sired him

Annoyed, he strode across to his desk and sat down His PA stopped in his doorith her iPad clutched to her chest

‘Tell me, Miss Fenton Should a person feel badly that their father has just passed away?’