One Reckless Night. Sara Craven

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      CHAPTER ONE

      ZANNA WESTCOTT walked into the sitting room of her hotel suite and shut the door behind her. For a moment she stood still, confronting the trim image reflected back from the mirror on the wall opposite from the sleek blonde hair, swept severely back from her forehead, and the uncluttered lines of the black business suit and crisp white shirt down to the slender dark-stockinged legs and small feet in low-heeled pumps. All cool, tailored control.

      She took a deep breath, then, shattering the image, lifted an arm, punching the air in sheer exultation as her face splintered into a monkey grin of triumph.

      ‘I did it,’ she told herself aloud, her green eyes dancing. ‘I actually did it.’

      She hadn’t been able to show her feelings in the hotel conference room just now as the deal had finally been agreed. The atmosphere had been too heavy, too laden with disappointment as yet another family-owned company went under the hammer.

      Yet what had they really expected? She’d laid down the terms the previous afternoon, coolly and briskly, making it clear there was no room for manoeuvre, unfazed when the offer was rejected out of hand.

      If they’d thought a twenty-five-year-old woman was a soft touch, they now knew differently, she thought.

      She had smiled politely, outlined the probable alternatives, advised them to reconsider overnight and added with emphasis that she would require their final answer at ten o’clock the following morning.

      As soon as she’d walked into the conference room the unhappy, resigned faces had told her all she’d wanted to know.

      Reason had prevailed and Westcott Holdings had acquired another useful piece of property. Notched up another victory.

      My victory, she thought. Alone and unaided.

      Still smiling, she walked across to the phone and dialled her father’s private direct line at Westcott Holdings.

      ‘Sir Gerald Westcott’s office. How may I help you?’

      Zanna’s lips tightened in disappointment as she heard the clipped tones of Tessa Lloyd, her father’s personal assistant. She said, ‘I’d like to speak to him, please, Tessa.’

      ‘I’m sorry, Miss Westcott. Sir Gerald is in a meeting. He asked me to take any message.’

      Zanna was tempted to shout childishly, I don’t want to leave a message! She wanted to speak to her father in person, to tell him about her achievement. Maybe this time to hear his voice soften with love and pride as he said, Well done.

      She should have known there’d be a meeting, but all the same she’d СКАЧАТЬ