Storm and Silence

w at the opposite end of the room. Heavy curtains half covered the large windows even this early in the morning

n allergy to decoration? Maybe I should have chosen the simpler of my dresses for this meeting after all. To my left, massive wooden bookshelves covered one wall, but the

tion allergy correctly. And I d

he only piece of furniture in the room. Light from the window fell onto his face and illuminated the hard, chiselled features of Mr Rikkard Ambrose.

in a cool voice. 'Kind of y

him to be angry. Boiling mad, even. Bu

had sat down, I regretted it. The thing was made of plain, hard wood and

m and steepled his fingers. Over the tops of his finely manicured hands, he regarded me

lence. 'I believe I already told you that I do no

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aid nothing. God,

ou, do not worry. I have no desire to ruin a lady's reputation, especially the reputation of a "lady" who is not ri

too busy processing the 'not-right-in-the-head' comment. Not right in the head? Why? Bec

m not right

had intended. 'That wasn't why I came. I came because you reques

him, froze. Then they snapped up to me. His face seemed not quite as expr

aid: 'But yo

d be a demure manner. But it probabl