Reed. She walked into the lounge to find the housekeeper polishing the silver. ‘Mrs. Reed, tell me about Corinne. Why did she really leave?’ Mrs. Reed stopped rubbing the silver on the mantle. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for. ‘She was your predecessor. I told you before,’ Mrs. Reed said. ‘And in more ways than one,’ she added slyly. Marisa frowned, and her heart began to thump in panic. ‘What do you mean, more ways than one, she was just the PA, yes?’ Mrs. Reed turned to face Marisa, and with an evil glint in her eye, she delivered her well-planned speech. ‘Oh, you silly girl, do you really believe you are the only one he has taken to his bed?’ She laughed sharply; shaking her head, she resumed the polishing. Marisa stood openmouthed, in shock, feeling wounded. She didn’t know what to say. ‘It’s not true.
