He hurried up to his room, dropped off the gear he was not now wearing, then returned to the street fearing she would use the interruption as an excuse to change the subject. When he settled into the old Mercedes, he asked, “Who was the guy who broke your heart?” Kayla started the car. “His name was Geoffrey Rambling.” “A name like that, he had to be British.” “Extremely. We met in Nairobi. I was down for a conference. He claimed to have been a consultant to the ministry of finance, sent there by his UK bank.” She put the car into gear. “Daddy’s board insisted that I hire a qualified business manager.” “They financed your project?” “Oxford Ventures hoped to use my work as a centerpiece for a new ad campaign. Daddy has always been big on giving back to the community. The way he put it to the board was, ‘We now operate in a global village.’ ” “Very smart.” “Not smart enough to keep their money safe.” “So you hired Geoffrey and he stole from the project.
