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the office.
    “Gwen, I’m going into a meeting, when Laura gets back will
you ask her to take any messages.”
    “Yes.” Gwen looked up at Charlotte, smiling to show lipstick
stained teeth.
    “Oh and Gwen.”
    “Yes?”
    “Please don’t use this time to read your Tarot cards for the
week ahead.  Remember the commission needs to be done by mid-morning
tomorrow.”
    Gwen raised her eyebrows, and took out her cards as
Charlotte’s back disappeared through the door.
     
    “So, Paul remember if he mentions Grant, that’s your cue to
talk about my fiancé,” said Charlotte, pointing at the diamond on her finger.
    “Oh you are a silly sausage, Charlotte.  So what if he
reports back to Grant that you are still single, after all these years of sleeping
around?”  Paul grinned from ear to ear.
    “Three times in three years is not sleeping around. 
Anyway, one of them doesn’t count; he got far too excited before we’d even
reached the bedroom.”
    Paul winced at the thought of his friend Ted, with whom he had
tried to fix Charlotte up. “Actually, did you know that Ted is engaged to
Isabella Forsythe now?  In fact, I think I have a picture here somewhere -
it was in Cheshire Life last week.”  Paul started to leaf through the
magazines and pamphlets in his tray. Charlotte slammed her hand down on them,
catching Paul’s fingers underneath. 
    “Sorry, suck them that will take the pain away.  Look,
I know that you think that I’m being silly, but I don’t want Grant to think
that my life has been rubbish since we split up.  Mr Devine may never see
or speak to him again, but I don’t want to take that chance, so please will you
play along?”
    Paul nodded.  There was a knock at the door. “Come in,”
Paul called.
    It was Agnes, Paul’s guard dog of a secretary. “Mr Devine
for you Mr Palmer.”
    “Thank you Agnes, show him in.”  Agnes stepped aside to
let Mr Devine into the office.
    Over the years, Charlotte had gathered a knack of sizing up
people without them even knowing, and this is what she did with Mr Niall
Devine.  Her first thoughts were Devine by name and so divine by nature,
but she then remembered that she was in a business meeting and should behave
appropriately, but she couldn’t help it.  He was around six feet tall,
with short black hair, big blue eyes and wore a beautifully tailored, navy
blue, Versace suit.  He gave Paul and Charlotte an amazing smile, showing
off beautiful white teeth.  Charlotte quickly scanned his fingers for a
wedding band - not that it mattered of course, and she was going to be totally
professional - she was, however, pleased to see there wasn’t one, just a thick
silver band on his right thumb.  He held out his hand, to Charlotte first,
showing off a nicely tanned wrist.  As she put her small hand into his big
strong one, Charlotte shivered slightly, and suddenly felt very
girly.   Mr Devine then shook Paul’s, still smiling brilliantly.
    “Mr Devine, so nice to meet you.”
    “You too Mr Palmer.” Devine’s Irish lilt floated out across
the office.
    “No, please call me Paul.”
    “Well you must call me Niall, and this must be Miss Price?”
He asked turning back once more to Charlotte.
    “Charlotte, seeing as we are all on first name terms,”
Charlotte said, giggling nervously.  She had to take a deep breath to calm
herself; she certainly hadn’t expected that a new client would have such an
effect on her.
    Paul took the initiative to find out about Grant.  “So,
we were recommended to you by a Mr Grant Beddows were we?” Paul asked,
indicating that Niall could sit down.  “How do you know him?”
    “He’s a friend of my Managing Director.” Niall replied, the
smile momentarily leaving his lips.
    “Well at the moment it is me that you will be doing business
with; however," said Paul, smiling at Charlotte, “from next year,
Charlotte will be running things.”
    “Oh promotion then?” Niall asked.
    Charlotte didn’t answer