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‘Come on, let’s go back inside.’ He took the wreath from her and put an arm around her shoulders.
‘Perhaps I should change the name and have it sent to Jonny,’ she suggested as they walked.
‘I think we should start thinking of anyone who might have a grudge against you besides your father.’
‘Look, I know I can be a little abrasive, but making someone dislike me enough to do this sort of stuff? I can’t think of anyone. Unless…’
‘What? You’ve thought of someone?’
‘Martha?’
‘Martha?’ Nicholas remarked.
‘Yes, you can’t have forgotten your old PA already! Stern suits, even sterner demeanour. The one you fired for being a complete bitch to me. She must despise me. I lost her her job.’
‘I don’t think this is Martha’s thing. Anyway, she’s working for Terry Quinlan now. I’ve heard she’s having a ball bossing him around.’
‘Well, you asked me to think of someone and that’s the only person I can come up with. How about you? Can you think of anyone I’ve pissed off recently?’
‘Not off the top of my head.’
‘Then we’re at a loss, aren’t we? We’ll just have to play a waiting game and hope we won’t need to use this wreath for real.’
‘Don’t say that.’
‘Oh my God,’ Freya stated, clamping her hand to her mouth, her eyes widening.
‘What?’ Nicholas exclaimed as he pushed open the front door.
‘Well, what event in my life did all this coincide with?’
‘I don’t know. You’re going to have to elaborate.’
‘It’s Jonny. This all started after I met up with Jonny. That’s who’s behind it all. Not my father, but my father’s clone.’
28
Freya arrived at Exposure ready to explode. On the drive in, all she could think about was Jonny and his potential involvement in this ugly business. Despite his pledge of support for the Every Day project, everything else in Freya’s life had gone downhill since he’d reappeared on the scene. As much as she wanted her new-found knowledge regarding their relationship to be erased from her memory banks, she now also wanted to know why he despised her so much and why he seemed to have turned into a carbon copy of their father.
‘Morning, Sasha,’ she greeted as she entered the reception area. She marched towards her office, barely giving her assistant a second glance.
‘Oh, Freya, this is a surprise. I wasn’t really expecting you in today. Wow! Your hair,’ Sasha remarked, hurrying from behind the desk to follow Freya into her room.
‘Weren’t expecting me? Don’t I have Miss Guide at eleven and Toby James at four?’ Freya asked, looking down at her diary on her desk.
‘Well, yes. But I wasn’t sure, what with everything that’s been going on, whether you’d feel up to working.’
‘I feel fine. In fact, I feel better than ever. I mean, who wouldn’t feel on top of the world when they have a gorgeous fiancé to marry in the next few weeks?’ She smiled.
‘I guess nobody.’
‘Right, so, have you got my messages?’
‘Um, yes. I’ll just get them.’ Sasha left Freya’s office and headed back to the reception.
Freya began leafing through papers on her desk, looking for a Post-It note she knew she’d kept. She really needed to sort out the items on her desk. It was chaos and there was probably food under the files somewhere.
‘Here you are. There are quite a few. I marked the ones I called back.’ She passed Freya the message pad.
