Page 20 of The Royal Art of Revenge

“She seemed unbothered about the prospect of signing a confidentiality agreement as part of a contract, so yes.”

“Good. That’ll make this easier.” She pats Oscar’s hand, still resting on her arm. “Get this young lady in my palace, Finley. Whether she comes willingly or not, whether you must beg, lie, steal, or even kidnap her, you make sure this girl steps foot in here where I can see her.”

I nod jerkily, a single bob of my head. “Mum… Who is she?”

Mum slides her arm from Oscar’s gentle grasp and steps back, smiling weakly at me. “If she’s who I think she is, then she’s a ghost, darling. She’s… a ghost.”

With those parting words that explain absolutely nothing, she turns, dipping her head, and walks out of the room.

Neither of us say a word until the door has clicked shut behind her and her footsteps have ceased in the hallway.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Oscar breathes out. “A ghost?”

“I don’t know,” I reply, leaning against the wall. “But I sure as shit want to.”

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From: Flynn ([email protected])

To: Hannah Porter ([email protected])

Subject: Services Required

Keeping my promise.

I need some photos. Sooner rather than later. Do you have any space in your schedule to fit me in, Miss Porter?

From: Hannah Porter ([email protected])

To: Flynn ([email protected])

Subject: re: Services Required

Good day, Mr Flynn.

How soon is soon?

From: Flynn ([email protected])

To: Hannah Porter ([email protected])

Subject: re: Services Required

As soon as humanly possible. Monday, perhaps?

From: Hannah Porter ([email protected])

To: Flynn ([email protected])

Subject: re: Services Required

Ouch. Are you expecting me to clear my entire schedule for you?

From: Flynn ([email protected])

To: Hannah Porter ([email protected])

Subject: re: Services Required