He was smooth, sleek and beautifully polished by a top-drawer Greek pedigree which could be traced back so far into history it made the average mind boggle, only, while the Frazier fortunes had been rising like some brand new star in the galaxy during the last thirty odd years, the Doumas fortunes had been steadily sinking-until this man had come on the scene. He was a rough, tough, self-made man who, having spent most of his life clawing his way up from nothing to become the corporate giant he was today, had learned very early on that attention to fine detail before he went in for the kill was the key to success.Īlexander Doumas, on the other hand, was the complete antithesis of Jack. Jack Frazier dealt only in absolute certainties. Did he truly believe he would be standing here at all if Jack Frazier thought he couldn’t be bought? No? Way beyond the point of being insulted by remarks like that one, Mia’s startlingly feminine mouth twitched in a cross between bitter appreciation for the clever answer Alexander Doumas had tossed back at her father and a grimace of scorn. ‘I am a businessman, not a trader in white slavery! If you have difficulty finding a husband for your daughter try a marriage agency,’ he scathingly suggested, ‘for I am not for sale!’ ‘But what you are proposing is positively barbaric!’ the other man hit back furiously.
‘I’m not into haggling so either take what’s on offer or damn well leave it!’ ‘Look, that’s the deal, Doumas!’ she heard her father state with a brittle grasp on what was left of his patience. She knew it all already, so her presence here was really quite incidental.
Not that she was taking much notice of what they were actually fighting about. Standing in the window behind her father’s desk, Mia watched the way the wind was hurling the rain against the glass in fiercely gusting squalls-while behind her a different kind of storm was raging, one where two very powerful men pitched angry insults at each other.
JANUARY had arrived with an absolute vengeance.
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