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be nowhere
near that amount.’
    ‘I am not paying your fees,’ she snapped,
fixing me with a glare that said exactly where she saw my standing as a human
being and it wasn’t on an equal footing with her. ‘I am paying you to work for
me and me alone for the next four weeks, to achieve my intended aim. For
this contract I will pay you two million pounds. Raul,’ she clicked her fingers
to the man still standing silently behind her. He deposited a contract and a
pen on the table in front of me. I picked it up and read it. It was plain and
simple, there was no fancy legal jargon, but it was a contract that would be
null and void if I didn’t get her what she wanted. If I failed to meet my
deadline, I wouldn’t get a penny and her deposit would have to be returned.
‘Have no fear, Miss McQueen, you will not fail, of this I am certain.’
    ‘How can you be so sure?’ I asked, for once
doubting my abilities. It had been so long since I’d done this, before Tristan
was born and this man sounded as if he deserved Sainthood for putting up with
not only a sexless marriage, but this awful hard and seemingly emotionless
woman for his wife. If he still hadn’t cheated on her, I wasn’t sure
even I could tempt him. Maybe I’d be better sending Dom along. Maybe men were
his fodder of choice and not women.
    ‘You will succeed, because you are just his type. He always had a weakness for beautiful brunettes. One look at you, his
cock will be hard and that overwhelming need to satisfy his repressed sexual
cravings will overtake him. He will not be able to help himself.’
    ‘You are aware that I don’t have sex with my
clients, no matter what fee is being offered?’ I retorted, as I held her gaze,
wondering how she could be so sure. Her husband had resisted every woman, but she
seemed convinced that I could succeed, where others had failed.
    ‘I am aware, but what you do with him is none
of my concern,’ she shrugged. ‘I just want evidence, real or fake. I need your
answer, I must leave,’ she announced, standing up abruptly.
    I blew out a breath as I looked down at the
piece of paper in front of me, with all those zeros on the end. That would top
up my retirement fund for life. I could retire now if I wanted, or at least
semi-retire. I could spend more time at home with Tristan, more time trying to
have a personal life. Violet was eager for more responsibility, she was capable
and I trusted her. She could take over more of the management reigns here and I
could employ her an assistant of her own. It was a very tempting offer, though
I did feel sorry for the poor unsuspecting Mr. Le Grand. I always did when the
lure was the preferred method for my clients. I had to keep reminding myself
this was my business, much like a defence lawyer or criminal attorney, I was
being paid to do a job, right or wrong wasn’t for me to decide. Granted I’d set
up the business solely with the aim of catching out actual cheating
spouses, who deserved what they got, but it had soon become clear that the
bigger market was for the fabricated affairs. Can’t you find me a daddy so
you can stay at home too? came Tristan’s little voice, making my mind up. I
picked up the pen and signed. I was going to settle this in one night, not four
damn weeks. One night for two million pounds shouldn’t have taken me a second
to think about.
    ‘I have one problem,’ I advised, as I tore off
the top copy of the carbonated contract and handed it back to Raul, who slipped
back, like a slimy eel, behind his equally reptilian mistress. For a second I
wondered if he was her lover, they seemed well suited. ‘I have no picture of
your husband, do you have one in your wallet? Or on your phone, that you can
email to me so that I can recognise him at the bar?’
    ‘Trust me, you will recognise him. He will be
the most handsome, charismatic man you’ve ever laid eyes on. All women will be
looking at him, if they are not already attempting to win him over.’