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party. In truth, it was the other way round. For a short moment, when he had suddenly stormed into that little café off Oxford Street where Samuel Carson had brought her to have lunch and calm down after learning that she had a twin sister, a half-brother and millions in the bank as well as a chain of luxury hotels in Italy, she had hoped that Enzo had changed his mind. That he believed her and wanted to apologise, but she had been mistaken. He had only followed her to claim his diamond ring back and had left as soon as she had handed it over. So much for the person with the mercenary heart.
    Izzy lifted the mug to her lips savouring the sweet comforting waft of the hot chocolate. Keep calm , she told herself. Everything will be all right . She would keep busy in the office and avoid her new boss as much as possible in her role as his personal assistant. The way he disliked her Enzo wasn’t interested in spending much time with her either, so it wouldn’t be too difficult to go their different ways until her twin sister had completed her mission - and then she would never have to see Enzo again. Izzy sighed.
    Now the only one to be convinced of the brilliance of that plan was her heart.

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    After studying the report that Izzy had left on his desk, Enzo closed his eyes and leant back in his chair. She had done a good job, he had to admit. No wonder his brother sung her praises. With the information Izzy had collated for him up his sleeve he’d be more than well prepared for tomorrow’s meeting. There was no doubt that Izzy was highly professional, although he hadn’t made life easy for her today.
    Which left only one problem. Due to an unexpected emergency he had to return to Rome tomorrow right after the meeting. He certainly didn’t want to leave Izzy behind in London, just in case she suddenly decided to fly off to Vegas in chase of his brother. Too bad he didn’t need a personal assistant in Italy. Flavia, his PA in Rome, was a great asset to the company and she’d be shell-shocked if he turned up with an ‘assistant’ to help her carry out her duties. He wouldn’t be surprised, if she handed in her resignation over the matter. So he had to find another reason to lure Izzy into accompanying him to Rome.
    It took ten minutes and a long stare across Green Park to figure out the best possible course of action. Enzo smiled as he thought of the new role he’d propose to her. She’d be the perfect candidate for the position unless she didn’t accept his offer, and then what? He didn’t know, but then again she probably wouldn’t refuse. Design had always been her passion, but he couldn’t run the risk to be fobbed off with her blunt refusal over the phone. He had to sell this to her face to face.
    He pulled Izzy’s personal file out of his drawer to check her address. Their flight was scheduled for lunchtime tomorrow, so he needed to tell her tonight. He checked his watch. Shortly before ten. At this time she should still be awake.
    Enzo frowned when his car came to a standstill in a parking bay opposite the elegant red brick apartment building. Had he got the address right? No way could a personal assistant afford a flat in a luxurious riverside development directly opposite the Tower of London, especially not the penthouse. He glanced all the way up to the roof. The light in the top floor apartment was switched on, so Izzy was definitely still awake. He headed towards the entrance. Dio , Luca didn’t pay for her flat, did he?
    The receptionist who should normally be sitting behind the desk in the generous entrance hall, was nowhere to be seen. Forcefully Enzo strolled past the reception counter towards the lift and pressed the top button. Within seconds the lift doors slid open and he was on his way up.
    ‘Come on, Izzy, open up,’ he mumbled after pressing the bell and waiting for a minute or two. What took her so long? Impatiently he pressed the bell again.
    ‘Relax, Nick,’ he heard