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“Anything,” she said, because that was her job. She took out her tablet and digital pen and got comfortable on his sofa.
“I need you to set up dates for my sons.”
“What kind of dates?” She asked, frowning and not understanding the assignment. Maybe she was a little slower overall today. And since Andrew only had two daughters with Tanya, he was clearly talking about Simon, Henry, and Asher.
“Dates, as in courting, wooing, whatever it’s called nowadays.”
If she were drinking coffee, she would have splattered it all over her boss.
He wanted her to set his sons up on a date. As in with other women in a romantic setting?
“You want me to find them dates?”
She asked, feeling the sinking weight of gloom filling her up.
He turned, opened his safe, and retrieved a fairly thick folder.
Actually, I want you to find a wife for each of them, from these possible candidates, and then do your thing with arranging romantic dates and things. It’s important they get to know their future brides. I want them to have successful marriages, even if they are arranged.
“Wait, I should have led with a thank you. Thank you for bringing my sons back to me, for attending Tanya’s birthday. Honestly, that was something I did not see happening, but you made it happen. Whatever you’ve done has worked wonders on them, too.”
“What have I done?” she asked, feeling the slight sting of tears coming to her eyes.
Well, they’re here for one and plan to stay on a bit. And last night, after the party, while we were having drinks, they told me they were ready to get married. And I didn’t even need to broach the subject myself.”
Blakely’s eyes started to feel really funny. Was she coming down with something? Was she going to be sick? What was wrong with her brain?
“So this is a list of potential wives. I’ve been holding onto this folder since they were in their twenties. So yes, a list of some of the most prestigious young women who align with the statuses of the Marquises themselves.
“In our world, it’s all about world legacy, connection, and money. Simon, Henry, and Asher must marry. Before the month is over, actually, or they stand to lose a considerable portion of land. In fact, it makes up such a large portion of their trust fund that should they lose the land, they will claim pennies. If you could bring them to Tanya’s birthday party, trust me, you could make them do anything.”
“What do I have to make them do?” She asked in a small voice.
“First, I want you to go through the list of names. Each file has all the information you’ll need about the person. They are already each considered the world's most beautiful young women with a top pedigree, but since you’ve gotten to know them a little better, I have no doubt you would pick out the right girl for each of them.”
Feeling lightheaded, she gave herself a mental shake and forced herself to listen.
“And then I want you to coordinate romantic dates for them. Right here in New York. All the young women have been notified that a selection is in process because time is of the essence. They are ready to travel as soon as they’re told they’re the lucky ones. I’m putting all this in your hands now, Blakely.”
“Right, yes. I’ll get on with it.” She stood up from the sofa and clenched her fist to stop herself from trembling too much.
“Thank you, Blakely. I couldn’t trust just anyone to do the job. We are talking about their family legacies here. This is all their parents would have wanted for them, and the fact that they are going to keep their heritage going is very commendable.”
“Of course.”
“They’ve always been fully aware and understood they must be married before they each reach the age of thirty-three. They’ll each be turning thirty-three in two months, so quick marriages are vital. It’s crucial they meet their future wives and at least have a little time together before they are wed.”
“I will do my best.”
“They understand that with their heritage and their bloodline and titles, they owe it to their families to marry within their statutes. But that is the nature of our world. It’s perseverance that is all that matters. Their heirs will carry forward their name into the future, and so forth.”
“I understand.” She stretched out her hand for the folder.
“Are you all right, Blakely? You seem a little pale.”
“Probably too much champagne at Tanya’s party last night. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
