"She could not stop talking about how helpful you were, and how wonderful you were with him ... so much so that my stepmother, Cindy is not just curio...s to meet you, she is positively eager to meet you - and Leila was just as keen to see you again!" Oh," Iris felt the colour flood her cheeks and she looked across at him anxiously. "They do know that I am just your Personal Assistant ... don't they?" Hah, you are anything but 'just'!"The colour deepened in her cheeks. "Yes, that maybe so, but. I’m not so arrogant to believe I know it all,” I added. “Have you approached them about the possibility?”“I have spoken to my first choice. I explained your dynamic without going into details other than to tell her that through a bizarre set of circumstances, you’re now your father’s keeper until you can find him a home. She was ... intrigued. Would you like to meet her?”I nodded. “What can you tell me about her?” I asked lightly, figuring that we’d arrange a meeting for next week during my. A heap of tissues soaked in blood suggested that someone hadn't had it too easy. I liked to think it was whoever had snatched her. The core of a roll of duck tape under the chair suggested that in spite of that they'd got their own way. Her handbag had been upended on the bed, its contents spread around.I phoned Harry. "I need some help, I said as calmly as I could. "Can you get over here?"To say that Harry wasn't happy when he saw the shambles would be putting it mildly. Certainly his. The fat man with a light grace strange for a man so obese had expertly mixed the wine and the brandy in the tall glasses and the result had been delicious. French 75's he had called them, named after the famous WW-I French anti-tank gun.It was exactly the kind of drink she needed, very light and easy to drink, and very potent. Although she hadn't been able to keep up with Harry Goldman she had been able to drink quite a few and the second bottle of champagne had already been delivered to the.