It Started With A Diamond. Teri Wilson

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       Chapter Four

      Diana called Artem repeatedly on her walk to Drake Diamonds, but his secretary refused to put her through. She kept insisting that he was in an important business meeting and had left instructions not to be disturbed, which only made Diana angrier. If such a thing was even possible.

      A billboard. In Times Square.

      She wanted to die.

      Calm down. Just breathe. People will forget all about it in a day or two. In the grand scheme of life, it’s not that big a deal.

      But there was no deluding herself. It was, quite literally, a big deal. A huge one. A whopping 25,000-square-foot Technicolor enormous deal.

      Artem would have to take it down. That’s all there was to it. She hadn’t signed any kind of modeling release. Drake might be her last name, but that didn’t mean the family business owned the rights to her likeness.

      Or did it? She wasn’t even sure. Drake Diamonds had been her sponsor on the equestrian circuit. Maybe the business did, in fact, own her.

      God, why hadn’t she gone to college? She was in no way prepared for this.

      She pushed her way through the revolving door of Drake Diamonds with a tad too much force. Urgent meeting or not, Artem was going to talk to her. She’d break down the door of his Drake-blue office if that’s what it took.

      “Whoa, there.” The door spun too quickly and hurled her toward some poor, unsuspecting shopper in the lobby who caught her by the shoulders before she crashed into him. “Slow down, Wildfire.”

      “Sorry. I just...” She straightened, blinked and found herself face-to-face with the poster boy himself. Franco. “Oh, it’s you.”

      What was he doing here? Again? And why were his hands on her shoulders? And why was he calling her that ridiculous name?

      Wildfire.

      She’d loved that song when she was a little girl. So, so much.

      Well, she didn’t love it anymore. In fact, Franco had just turned her off it for life.

      “Good morning to you too, Diana.” He winked. He was probably the only man on planet Earth who could make such a cheesy gesture seem charming.

      Ugh.

      She wiggled out of his grasp. “Why are you here? Wait, don’t tell me. You’re snapping selfies for the Drake Diamonds Instagram.”

      He was wearing a suit. Not a tuxedo this time, but a finely tailored suit, nonetheless. It was weird seeing him dressed this way. Shouldn’t he be wearing riding clothes? He adjusted his shirt cuffs. “It bothers you that I’m the new face of Drake Diamonds?”

      “No, it doesn’t actually. I couldn’t care less what you do. It bothers me that I’m the new face of Drake Diamonds.” A few shoppers with little blue bags dangling from their wrists turned and stared.

      Franco angled his head closer to hers. “You might want to keep your voice down.”

      “I don’t care who hears me.” She was being ridiculous. But she couldn’t quite help it, and she certainly wasn’t going to let Franco tell her how to behave.

      “Your brother will care,” he said.

      “What are you talking about?” Then she put two and two together. Finally. “Wait a minute...were you just upstairs with Artem?”

      He nodded. Diana must have been imagining things, because he almost looked apologetic.

      “So you’re the reason his secretary wouldn’t put my calls through?” Unbelievable.

      “I suppose so, yes.” Again, something about his expression was almost contrite.

      She glared at him. He could be as nice as he wanted, but as far as Diana was concerned, it was too little, too late. “What was this urgent tête-à-tête about?”

      Why was she asking him questions? She didn’t care what he and Artem had to say to each other...

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