Free The Ambitious Orphan by Amelia Price

if neither of them meant it. Of all the possible ways the
conversation could end, it was the least offensive to him. The
royal family had made it quite apparent they weren't going to allow
Amelia to be forgotten. At least this way she still answered to him
and only him.
    “As long as I only
train people I've chosen, I see no reason to object.”
    “Then Ms Jones is
officially yours to oversee. Any mistakes she makes will reflect
upon you both.”
    “Understood. I'll
ensure all relevant paperwork is filled out,” Mycroft said as he
stood. As far as he was concerned, the conversation was over. A
second later Amelia got to her feet as well, looking at him for the
first time since the butler had arrived.
    The butler soon
responded, showing them out as if he were done as well. Mycroft
doubted he was, but what had happened could be spun positively
enough when fed up to the top of the royal family. They would be
allowed to leave without a fuss.
     

Chapter 8
    As Amelia walked
behind Myron, she surreptitiously wiped her palms on her trousers.
While sitting in the palace sweat had slicked both, and she didn't
want anyone to notice the effect the meeting had taken on her body.
On top of that, her heart had raced and she needed to pee.
    For several
minutes, she'd felt like a mouse caught between two lions. On one
side of her had sat her ever strict and difficult to please mentor,
and opposite her the mouth of the royal family. It was a situation
she hoped never to repeat, even if she appeared to have survived
the conflict.
    It was evident
that Myron was treading a very fine line with his work and wasn't
entirely approved of. She also hoped she'd picked up correctly that
he didn't want her training with another branch of the government.
When it came down to it, he appeared to have leapt at the idea of
her being trained by him, but given how little emotion he showed,
she could easily be wrong.
    By the time she
said goodbye to the butler her pulse had slowed to an almost normal
pace and her hands were dry enough she didn't feel too conscious
when she shook the man's hand. Less than a minute later she was
back in the same car seat and being driven away from the
palace.
    Myron didn't say a
word, instead choosing to focus on the view from his window. After
a few seconds she decided to do the same. The driver wasn't
Daniels, and therefore Amelia didn't know what could and couldn't
be said. She would save her many questions for later, when she knew
it was safe to talk without incurring the Holmes wrath.
    It took even
longer to get back to the military facility Myron had been picked
up from than leaving it had. Now it was close to rush hour, the
traffic in London was terrible. Amelia found herself feeling
grateful that she didn't have to contend with it every day.
    “Come,” Myron said
as he got out. After half a second to combat her shock, she
followed him out of the car. “We'll be expected to file your
paperwork immediately.”
    She nodded and
stood beside him as the driver shut the door they'd emerged
from.
    “I can't stay,”
the man said. “I have orders to return.”
    “I'll see Ms Jones
to her destination,” Myron replied, and Amelia had to fight off the
grin she wanted to express. It meant more time with the Holmes
brother. The driver moved around to the boot and fetched her
suitcase. After he'd wheeled it over to her he got back in the car
and departed.
    Myron raised his
eyebrows and looked pointedly at the luggage.
    “I was coming back
to London when the car picked me up,” she said before she realised
he was likely to know that.
    “Of course you
were.” He rolled his eyes. “Leave it with Daniels.”
    She did as she was
bid, helping the chauffeur put it in his own boot, and then hurried
to catch up with Myron as he strode into the nearest building.
There were two soldiers on the other side of the door. Although
neither of them moved their bodies, keeping their rigid at
attention postures, both followed her with their