She had just watched Alexander Doumas take off down the driveway with enough angry force to forge a vacuum through the storm still raging outside. There were tears in her eyes, though she didn’t know why—unless those tears had something to do with the awful person she had been forced to play here today who bore no resemblance to the real Mia Frazier. ‘Well, how did it go?’ ‘He has until tomorrow to agree to my terms or the deal is off,’ she replied, without bothering to turn. In the small silence that followed she sensed her father’s frown of irritation. ‘Don’t spoil this for me, Mia,’ he warned her very grimly, ‘or you will be spoiling it for yourself.’ ‘I was taught by an expert.’ Mia’s smile was bleak. ‘He will come around to my way of thinking simply because he has no choice.’ ‘Neither do you.’ ‘He doesn’t know that, though.’ ‘Ah.’ Jack Frazier lowered himself into the chair behind his desk with a sigh of satisfaction. ‘You didn’t tell him.’ ‘You warned me not to.’ ‘So, what does he think I am holding up as your incentive to agree to all of this?’ ‘I get five million pounds from you on the day I produce your grandson,’ she informed him.
