A Diamond In The Snow. Kate Hardy

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СКАЧАТЬ were muddy paw prints all over Samuel’s trousers and hair all over his jacket, and Humphrey was wagging his tail, completely unrepentant and pleased with himself for making a new friend.

      ‘I’m so sorry,’ she said. ‘He’s young—fifteen months—and his manners aren’t quite there yet. He didn’t mean any harm, and I’ll pay your dry-cleaning bill.’

      ‘It’s fine.’ Though Samuel made no move towards the dog. Definitely not a dog person, then, she thought. ‘Thank you for the coffee.’

      ‘Pleasure. I’m going to put this monster back in the kitchen.’ She held Humphrey’s collar firmly and took him back down the corridor to the kitchen. ‘You are so bad,’ she whispered. ‘But you might have done me a favour—put him off working here, so I won’t have to ask difficult questions.’

      But, when she got back to her office, Samuel was the picture of equanimity. He wasn’t on his feet, ready to make an excuse to leave; he looked perfectly comfortable in his chair.

      She was going to have to ask the difficult questions, then.

      ‘I read your CV while I made the coffee,’ she said. ‘And I’m confused. You’re a hedge fund manager. A successful one, judging by your career history.’ There had been a series of rapid promotions. ‘Why on earth would you want to give up a career like that to do voluntary work?’

      ‘A change of heart from a greedy banker?’ he suggested.

      Victoria wasn’t quite sure whether he was teasing or telling the truth. Everyone always told her she was too serious, but she just wasn’t any good at working out when people were teasing. Just as she’d proved hopeless at telling who really liked her for herself and who had their eyes on the money.

      She played it safe and went for serious. ‘You’re not into historical stuff. You were surprised by some of the things I told you, which anyone who’d studied social history would’ve taken for granted; and I took you past artwork and furniture in the public rooms that would’ve made anyone who worked in the heritage sector quiver, stop me and ask more.’

      Busted. Sam had just seen them as pretty pictures and nice furnishings.

      Which meant he had nothing left to lose, because she obviously thought he wouldn’t be right for the job. The truth it was. ‘Do you want to know why I really want this job?’ he asked.

      She just looked at him, her dark eyes wary.

      ‘OK. My dad really is your dad’s stockbroker, and he talked to your dad to set up an interview for me.’

      ‘But why? Is it some kind of weird bet among your hedge fund manager friends?’

      That stung, but he knew she had a point. People in his world didn’t exactly have great PR among the rest of the population, who thought they were all spoiled and overpaid and had a warped sense of humour. ‘No. They’re all going to think I’m insane, and so is my boss.’ He sighed. ‘This whole interview is confidential, yes?’

      ‘Of course.’

      ‘Good. Bottom line—and I need to ask you not to tell anyone this.’ He paused. At her nod, he continued, ‘My dad’s not in the best of health right now. I offered to resign and take over the family business, so he can retire and relax a bit.’

      ‘That’s more logical than working here. Fund management and stockbroking have a lot in common.’ Her eyes narrowed. ‘Obviously he said no, or you wouldn’t be here. Why do you want to be my intern?’

      He might as well tell her the truth. ‘Because Dad thinks I live in a bubble and doing this job for three months will prove to him that I can relate to ordinary people.’

      ‘I’d say you’re switching one bubble for another.’ And, to her credit, her mouth was twitching slightly. So maybe she did have a sense of humour under all that earnestness and could also see the funny side of the situation. ‘I’ve never met your dad, because my dad still handles the investment side of things here.’ She looked straight at him. ‘Does your dad think you can’t take directions from a woman?’

      ‘Possibly. To be fair, neither can he. I think he’ll be driving my mum insane,’ he said. ‘Which is the other reason I want to come back to Cambridge. Dad has a low boredom threshold and I think she’ll need help to get him to be sensible and follow the doctor’s orders.’

      ‘That,’ she said, ‘does you a lot of credit. But I’m not sure this is the right job for you, Samuel. You’re way overqualified to be my intern, and frankly your salary is a lot more than mine. Even if you earn the average salary for your job—and from your CV I’m guessing you’re at the higher end—your annual salary, pre-tax, would keep this house going for six months.’

      It took him seconds to do the maths. It cost that much to run an estate? Staff, maintenance, insurance, taxes... Maybe he could help there and look at her budget, see if the income streams worked hard enough. ‘Take my salary out of the equation. It’s not relevant. What attributes do you need in your intern?’

      ‘I want someone who can work on their own initiative but who’s not too proud to ask questions.’

      ‘I tick both boxes,’ he said.

      ‘Someone who understands figures, which obviously you do. Someone who’s good with people.’

      ‘I’m good with people,’ he said. ‘I have project management skills. I know how to work to a budget and a timeframe. I admit I know next to nothing about history or conservation, but I’m a fast learner.’

      ‘I think,’ she said, ‘you’d be bored. You’re used to living in the middle of London, with an insanely fast-paced job. Here, life’s much slower. If I gave you the job, you’d be unhappy—and that’s not fair on you, or on the rest of my team.’

      ‘If you don’t give me the job, I’ll be unhappy,’ he countered. ‘I want to be able to keep an eye on my dad. He’s not going to retire until I prove myself to him. The longer it takes me to find a job where I can do that—even though, frankly, it’s insulting—the longer he’ll keep pushing himself too hard, and the more likely it is he’ll have a full-blown stroke. This is about damage limitation. I have most of the skills you need and I can learn the rest. And I have contacts in London who can help with other things—publicity, website design, that sort of thing.’

      She shook her head. ‘I don’t have the budget for provincial consultancy fees, let alone London ones.’

      ‘You won’t need it. I can call in favours,’ he said. ‘Give me the job, Ms Hamilton. Please.’

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