‘It’s a special personal order I’m doing.’‘For someone famous? Who?’ Mary pounced.Sadie shook her head and laughed.‘You know I can’t tell you that. It’s a matter of client confidentiality.’‘Mmm…well, since the press got wind of the fact that a certain very, very famous singer has asked you to design a special signature scent for her, I can only assume…’‘Don’t ask me any more questions about it,’ Sadie begged fervently. Her smile changing to a look of concern. No doubt other people in her position would have welcomed the publicity she had received when it had become public knowledge that she had been asked to design the singer’s perfume, but Sadie valued her privacy and her anonymity. And besides…‘I take it that you’re still going to France?’ Mary asked her.Sadie’s frown deepened.‘I don’t have any real choice,’ she admitted tersely, ‘Raoul is making it impossible for me not to go. He’s determined to sell the business to this Greek billionaire who wants to add it to his luxury goods consortium…’‘Leoneadis Stapinopolous, you mean?’‘Yes,’ Sadie agreed even more shortly.
