Billionaire, Boss...Bridegroom?. Kate Hardy

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      ‘OK, so he probably had to stay there with the Gruesome Twosome,’ Bella allowed, ‘but he still should’ve made sure you were all right first and at least arranged a taxi to take you home.’

      ‘I’m sure he would’ve done, but I told him you were coming to collect me,’ Grace explained.

      ‘Hmm,’ Bella said, though she wasn’t mollified. What on earth was wrong with the man? Howard had been Grace’s fiancé for four years and he hadn’t even made sure that she got home safely when she’d told him she felt ill—whereas Hugh Moncrieff, a man Bella had met only a few minutes ago, had not only come to the rescue, he’d offered to help them indoors. So her new boss had a good heart as well as a gorgeous face.

      Not that she should be thinking about that right now. Or ever, for that matter. Even if she wasn’t officially off men, her boss was completely off limits. She needed this job, to get her finances back on an even keel. ‘So what are you going to tell Howard tomorrow?’ she asked.

      ‘The truth—that I can’t marry him.’ Grace closed her eyes for a moment. ‘And that means I’ll lose my job and my home, too, Bel. No way can I go back to work at Sutton’s, not when I’ve just split up with the boss’s son—and in the circumstances I can hardly ask them to give me a reference to work anywhere else. Plus I’ve already given my landlord notice on my flat. I know he’s already found my replacement and signed a contract, so I can’t ask him just to ignore my notice and renew my lease.’ She blew out a breath. ‘I’ve really burned my bridges, Bel—and who knows how long it’ll take me to find another flat?’

      ‘You don’t have to. Come and stay with me,’ Bella said immediately.

      Grace hugged her. ‘I love you, sweetheart, and thank you for the offer, but your flat’s barely big enough for one person. You don’t have room for me to stay. I’ll ask round my friends—one of them will put me up until I can find somewhere—and I’ll sign on with a temp agency. If I explain the situation, I’m sure they’ll understand about the problem with references and help me to find a way round it.’

      This sounded more like her level-headed older sister, Bella thought. Planning. Being sensible. The oats were clearly soaking up what remained of the champagne. ‘It’ll all work out, Gracie. You know what Mum always says: when one door closes, another opens.’

      ‘I know,’ Grace said.

      ‘I was going to take you out for sushi and champagne tomorrow, to celebrate my job—because I wouldn’t have got it without you—but we can take a rain check on that, because I’m guessing you won’t want to see champagne again for months.’

      ‘Definitely not.’ Grace winced. ‘And you might’ve lost the job, because of me.’

      ‘Of course I haven’t. I’ll talk my boss round,’ Bella said, sounding slightly more confident than she actually felt. ‘Go and have a shower, clean your teeth, get in your PJs, and then we’re going to snuggle under a throw on your sofa and watch a re-run of Friends.’

      ‘I love you, Bel,’ Grace said. ‘You’re the best sister I could ever ask for.’

      Even though they were total opposites, Bella thought. And, weirdly, tonight, it felt more as if she was Grace and Grace was her.

      ‘You came straight to rescue me without asking any questions,’ Grace said.

      ‘Of course I did! You’ve done it often enough for me,’ Bella said. ‘And you’re the best sister I could ever ask for, too, and I love you to bits—even when I don’t understand you. Now go and get yourself sorted out. I’m going to raid your fridge because I’m starving, and I’m sleeping on your sofa tonight. Tomorrow, you can talk to Howard and we’ll make that list and work through it together. And then things will start to look better. You’ll see.’ She hugged her sister. ‘Nothing fazes a Faraday girl, right?’

      ‘Right,’ Grace said. ‘Nothing fazes a Faraday girl.’

       CHAPTER TWO

      ON MONDAY MORNING, Bella left her flat at what felt like the crack of dawn. For the last couple of years, she’d been able to set her own working hours—meaning that she could sleep in until ten a.m. and work until late, which suited her body clock better—but she knew that she needed to make a good impression on her first day at Insurgo. Particularly given what had happened at her first meeting with the boss. She couldn’t afford to put a single foot wrong from now on, not if she wanted to keep her job and get her finances back on track.

      And getting up early would take her mind off what had been a truly lousy weekend. Seeing Grace—the person she’d always looked up to as a tower of strength, someone who knew exactly what to do to sort out any given situation—fall apart had shocked Bella deeply. Right now Grace was in the almost same position that Bella had been in six months ago: recovering from a wrecked relationship, worrying about her job and her home and her finances, and feeling as if the sun would never rise again.

      OK, so Grace had been the dumper rather than the dumpee, in this case, and she hadn’t lost her best friend and the contents of her bank account as well as her partner; but it was still going to be a huge change in Grace’s life. Even though it had definitely been the right decision.

      Privately, Bella thought her sister had had a lucky escape. Howard was a nice enough guy, but he was completely under his mother’s thumb. Marrying him would’ve basically meant having the rest of her life run by Cynthia of the Eagle Eyes and Concrete Hair, the most cold and judgemental woman that Bella had ever met. And finding another job might just mean that Grace’s new employer would appreciate her and give her the promotion she deserved. At Sutton’s, Grace had been totally taken for granted. They’d expected her to work way more than her fair share of hours, under the guise of being ‘almost family’, but they hadn’t actually given her any of the privileges of being ‘almost family’.

      Howard had barely raised a single argument when Grace had gone to see him on the Saturday morning and called off the wedding. So he clearly hadn’t loved Grace enough to fight for her. And Bella thought her sister deserved a lot better than a man who was nice enough but didn’t have a backbone and would never stand up for her.

      Today was a new chapter in both their lives. And hopefully this one would be better for both of them.

      Bella paused outside the Insurgo Records building. The basement was a recording studio and practice rooms that local bands could book as well as being used by the Insurgo artists; the ground floor and mezzanine comprised a seriously upmarket café—the sort that offered coffee made in a way that looked more as if it was some kind of laboratory experiment than a hot drink, but apparently brought out the floral notes in the coffee; and the top two floors were the record label’s actual offices.

      ‘All righty. Welcome to your new life,’ she told herself, and went inside.

      She was the first member of staff to arrive in the office after Tarquin, Hugh’s second-in-command—to her relief, Hugh didn’t seem to be there yet—and Tarquin handed her a design brief, a portable CD player and a pair of headphones. ‘Welcome to Insurgo, Bella,’ he said with a smile. ‘We’re doing a limited edition of coloured vinyl for Lacey’s third single. She’s one of our singer-songwriters. I’ve given you a rundown here of our target market, her career history, and the PR schedule. What I need you to do is have a listen to the album—the СКАЧАТЬ