‘Oh, no,’ she groaned. ‘I’m not going!’ But she knew she was. The professional Miss Jenson didn’t tamely back off. She got out of bed, showered in cold water for maximum alertness and ate a hearty breakfast, calculated to enhance energy and efficiency. The fact that she was inwardly fuming was of no interest to anyone else. Certainly not Roscoe Havering. Now that the first hint of winter snow was in the air, she chose her attire for warmth: severe suit, long coat, flat shoes. With a face free of make-up and her hair scraped firmly back, she decided that she looked just right: a lawyer, not a fancy piece, whatever a man with no manners might think. She put in a hard morning’s work at her office, then David looked in for a quick word. ‘Off to see Roscoe? Good. You’ve probably learned all about him by now.’ ‘The odd detail,’ she said, assiduously hunting for something inside her desk. ‘Then you’ll have heard that there’s nobody in the business with a higher reputation.
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