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“If you let me go up to see Lord Cunningham, I will get you signed copies of the whole series by Gamma Thornbird, all made out with a special message to your daughter.”
“You don’t know GT.”
“If I do, I’m going up.”
She whipped out her phone, scrolled through her contacts, and found the author’s number. She then asked the guard for his phone, which he handed to her, perplexed, and she placed the call.
It was just as well that her boss’s eldest daughter was also a GT fan, and Blakely had arranged a guest appearance by the author herself to read to Emma and her friends during a birthday pajama party she’d had.
How Blakely had gotten the very secretive author, who made no public appearances, to come all the way to New York from Paris was another story altogether. Okay, it had been one of true love. All the author’s books had been dedicated to herLost love, Alfred Witting.
Blakely had buckled down and gotten all the information there was to know about Alfred Witting, but to know she was looking at the right Alfred Witting, she also had to do her research on Gamma Thornbird.
It turned out he was her childhood sweetheart, but they’d been separated when Alfred moved to a small town in Italy. Blakely had visited the quaint little town and had spent an unusual amount of time at the post office, only to discover Gamma’s letters to Alfred all those years ago were never delivered to him because no one by the name of Alfred Witting lived at the address on the envelope, so they were promptly returned to Gamma.
No one in the town knew of an Alfred Witting, so Blakely had decided to decrypt the address. Maybe it was just the wrong street number or a misplaced letter in the street name. She searched every computation of the addresses in the town, which didn’t take her long until she came upon a house where she met a man in his sixties.
She recognized him instantly from a picture she had seen of him in a schoolbook.
Apparently, Alfred had experienced a tragic event that changed his whole life. He had been involved in a boating accident; both his parents had died, and he was left with amnesia after hitting his head on a rock.
The landlady of the house his family had meant to lease decided to adopt him, and she gave him a new name. Blakely wasn’t sure it was going to work, but she hoped that maybe Alfred’s memory would be triggered when he met Gamma again, and voila, he remembered her instantly. Gamma had looked for him, but she had the wrong address; he lived on the next street.
Gamma found her true love again, and there was nothing she wouldn’t do for Blakely now that she was re-experiencing her true love all over again, but Blakely had asked for no more than three favors in return, and then she would be done. And her boss’ daughter got to have the best party ever.
Gamma answered her phone after a few rings and tentatively listened as Blakely enlisted her help once more. This was her second time. The security guard, tongue-tied, could not believe he was making arrangements with GT to surprise his daughter.
She took his key, which she would slip into the elevator to take her up to the 20thfloor. She waved goodbye to him as the doors closed.
But what a strange sight she walked into when she stepped out of the elevator! Since the whole floor was dedicated only to its owner, Simon Cunningham, it was clear that it was his PA who was sobbing her eyes out at her desk.
Blakely could never bear to see anyone’s obvious pain, so she stopped at the desk and gently touched the other woman’s shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
The other woman, tall, blonde, and model-material, looked up at Blakely as if she were looking at a ghost. She immediately got up from her chair in a panic.
“How did you get here? No one is supposed to be on this floor. I’m calling security.”
“It’s okay. My name is Blakely Cohen, and I work for Andrew Symmonds, the Duke of Brairbrook. I’m here to see his son, Simon.”
“He’s not seeing anyone at the moment. And I don’t think he cares that you work for his father.”
“He’ll see me. But is there anything I can help you with...?”
“Linda, my name is Linda. Thank you, but no. No one can help me.”
“Try me.”
“I got the wrong translator, and I set up a meeting on the wrong day, and I’m only six months into this position, and I need the job, but Mr. Cunningham is so scary, I get so panicked, and my mind blanks, and I do the wrong things.”
“You’re only here for six months; give yourself some grace,” Blakely said as she dug into her handbag for tissues.
“Thank you. You’re so nice.”
“Oh, I’m nice only to nice people. I’m going to go and see him, okay?
Linda grabbed her arm to stop her.
