’ What the fuck? Me? I was just his fucking receptionist. I stared dumbfounded at James not saying a word as he handed the proposal folders over to ...he lawyers and Mr. Buchanan who was staring at me like a kid on Christmas morning. ‘Mr. Caldwell a word please while our client and his attorneys look over the proposal.’ I said sweet as sugar laced with arsenic. ‘Very well.’ He said as he stood and gestured toward the door. We walked in silence to the door and once it shut behind us I turned on. ’ ‘Didn’t you write to her or anything? She might have felt the same way about you.’ ‘Oh, I intended to write to her, but on the journey home we had an accident. I was unconscious for many months. When I came out of the coma, no one could find her address. My father’s car and almost everything in it, had been totally destroyed.’ ‘Surely the hotel could have given Otterley’s address to you.’ ‘I was just a child back then. It was many years before I thought of getting in touch with the hotel. By. More

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