interpreted that to mean she had the inside track, and flounced off to text Amanda.
Rose and Olivia smiled sadly at each other.
“She’s as bad as Amanda,” said Rose.
“No, she’s worse than Amanda. Amanda’s immature and insecure, a girl who gossips because she thinks people like to hear tidbits. Haillie on the other hand…”
Rose nodded.
“Thanks for not telling her my lover is Ragnar.”
“My policy with Amanda and Haillie is to mislead them. I’m sure Haillie would be a good P.A. for this new Department, but I’d rather have someone else, anyone else. I can just see Haillie telling me what to do do instead of doing as I ask.”
“You’re too nice these days, Olivia. You need to get a bit of the old hard edge back, be a little less polite to her if you are going to have her as your assistant. But if you don’t want her, find somebody you wouldn’t mind working with.”
“Graeme mentioned it to her at our wedding, when she declined the job as Glen’s P.A., so now she thinks she’s got it in the bag, Rose.”
“Maybe she’ll find a rich husband at one of those society events, Olivia, and be out of your hair. We both know that’s what Haillie’s after.”
“We can dream, can’t we?” sighed Olivia.
“You can do more than dream, Olivia. You can make sure she goes to the heavily male attended functions. She’ll do the rest on her own. She’s very attractive, isn’t she?”
“She is, Rose.”
Olivia hesitated, then asked, “Did you know she made a play for Graeme while I was in Belfast?”
“I knew she came out of his office very flustered one afternoon.”
“Well, he told her off.”
“Good.” Rose smiled. “She’s clueless isn’t she? Someone like her would never suit Graeme or Ragnar...or Glen Palmer for that matter.”
“We’ll keep her clueless if we can, Rose.”
“We will, Olivia. No if we can about it.”
Graeme’s appearance at the door to his office cut short the conversation. He was beside Olivia in two strides, and gave her a lingering kiss.
Rose smiled. It was lovely, seeing the two of them, so in love. Graeme seemed so much happier. Olivia was glowing.
Graeme’s daughter arrived a moment later.
Louisa was blonde, beautiful, wonderfully groomed, pale, with red eyes. Without a word, Olivia hugged her, and that was all it took for the tears to start again.
“Hey, princess, no crying now. I’m taking the two of you to the Savoy Grill. You love that restaurant, don’t you, Louisa? Whatever is making you unhappy can be dealt with over lunch.”
“Yes, Daddy,” sniffed Louisa.
Louisa waited until they had ordered to start her tale of woe.
“Oh, Daddy, William has a girlfriend.”
“No?” said her father, carefully. “Why do you think that, princess?”
“I went to a Young Riders of Great Britain Committee Meeting on Friday at the Four Seasons, and was just coming across the Lobby when I saw him with his secretary.
“They were holding hands and giggling and while they were waiting for the lift, she was kissing him.”
“Oh, Louisa,” said Olivia softly. “How awful for you.”
“How can he do this to me, ‘Livi? I’m nearly six months pregnant! He’s such a bastard.
“I bet all his Friday squash games are squashing her into the mattress! Probably his Tuesday games as well!”
“How did you get through the weekend, Louisa?” asked Graeme.
“I stayed with Julia and Nick,” she replied. “I texted William and told him I was staying the weekend with Julia, to help her with the wedding arrangements.
“He texted me straight back to enjoy myself and he would go fishing with his mates.” Louisa paused for breath.
“The lying bastard, Nick played detective for me, and William and that slut Maxine were at the Four Seasons until this morning. Room 2914, Daddy.” Louise was calmer now.
“What do you want to do about it, precious?” asked her father.
“I want to divorce him as soon as possible, Daddy. Make him move