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    “That may be so…but I’m sure that I can find some acceptable blue blood pauper puppet, even one with the name Campbell, who will be a lot easier to handle than your brother”.
    Slamming the flats of her palms onto the shining surface of the oak desk she had glared at the American, her distaste for him oozing from every pore.
    “That would be a mistake. These aristocrats and royalty you sneer at like what they are used to…and they are used to my family at the head of the Company. Let me tell you something Mr Thompson. If you replace my brother then we WILL start up again. It might take us a few years but we know what we are doing and believe me our customer base is loyal to us”
    For several taut seconds the two had regarded each other, her look smouldering with seething anger, his contemplative. Finally he had once more sat forward, his words carefully chosen and slow.
    “There may be some truth in what you say. I certainly seem to be having problems getting the ‘right people’ to talk to me, maybe because of my dispute with you and your brother”.
    Once more letting his look move down her, this time full of a thoughtfulness s she did not understand.
    “Your family are certainly mainstays of this establishment”.
    Frowning, her voice had been wary “Are you saying that you are going to leave my brother in charge?”
    Craig’s smile once more filing his handsome features “And how would that look Miss Campbell? Our rivalry is not exactly a secret”
    Fiona once more frowning as he had ran a finger along his lip thoughtfully watching her, she scowling softly.
    “To sell that story there would have to be one hell of a compelling reason for us to be seen as in a position to work together”
    Fiona had remained silent allowing him to think, knowing that somehow things had changed. She had come to see him to let him know what she thought of him. She had known that he would throw them onto the street the first change he got, this her only opportunity to vent her anger before he once more moved back to the US.
    “There might be one reason” his eyes fixing her steadily. Frowning she had muttered
    “What?” her expression wary as so calmly he had dropped his bombshell
    “If people thought you were my mistress”
    Fiona had gasped loudly, her body stiffening in indignation.
    “Never…I would never be your mistress” she had bitten out, angry eyes glaring accusingly at him, as he had given a deep laugh.
    “Calm down princess…I said thought”
    Fiona’s eyes narrowing
    “I want into the circles you travel in, and having you by my side will open doors that I seem completely unable to kick down”
    Frowning she had clamped her mouth shut, her eyes showing the battle raging within her
    “So you are talking about a business arrangement. Not…”
    Her hands had flapped nervously as he had once more laughed
    “Miss Campbell, as lovely as you are your main value to me is based on your contacts. I have no interest in taking an unwilling woman to bed, and from just one moment ago….you seem unwilling”.
    She had flushed hotly, her legs wanting to turn and flee from the room that she had so recently and so spectacularly entered. She was not prepared to admit either to herself or him the way his kiss had brought chaos to her body, still feeling the way his body had felt against hers knowing how close she had been to returning that kiss, a hot flush rising to her cheeks, reminding herself once more in whose arms she had been.
    Her mind had flown to the phone call she had received as she had ridden her horse, her brother’s voice so dead, flat and cold “It’s over Fiona…he won”
    She had tried to console him, to tell him that finally he would be free of his expected role in life, free to do other things, but he had been inconsolable his soft voice saying only “But I was doing what I most wanted too”.
    Fiona had not known what to say. Not prepared to tell her brother that she had thought that he