The corporate world closed down, right now.Įxcept for Meg, whose job it was to be at hand as Mr McMaster's personal assistant at any time he was in Australia. Josie and the rest of the office staff departed, calling Christmas greetings as they left. I have two solid days of partying until I need to sober up for the family Christmas Day.' How cool to have Christmas fall on Monday. 'Dan's meeting me in five minutes and I'm free. 'Oh, Meg, I'm so out of here.' Josie, Meg's assistant, was tugging off her office shoes and hauling on six-inch stilettos. Suave, sleek and almost impossibly good-looking, the man looked what he was-a billionaire businessman moving on to the next important thing.īut the next important thing was in New York, and W S McMaster's personal assistant was about to tell him there were no planes for at least three days.
W S McMaster was clearing his desk, filing vital documents into his lovely calfskin briefcase. The door to her boss's inner sanctum was open. The air around her felt sharp and dangerous. Meg replaced the phone as if it was about to shatter. I'm sorry, ma'am, but nobody's going anywhere.' All scheduled flights have been cancelled until after Christmas.
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