Chapter Twenty Five

Let go of you...? Do you realise what you’re saying, what you’re accusing me of doing? You’re not a teenager any more, Elena, and if this is some kind of petty attempt to—’

‘No, I’m not.’ Elena interrupted him furiously. ‘I’m the Trust’s representative here at Haverton and as such it’s my job to protect the Trust’s interests and its investments... If I think that someone, anyone, is trying to cheat the Trust or

misuse its funds, then it’s my job to—’

‘Your job...?’ Roth laughed savagely. ‘You sound very high-minded for someone who’s slept her way into her “job” via her boss’s bed.’

There was a second’s pause and then a white heat, a zigzag of pure fury and frustrated womanly pride, hit Elena like a bolt of lightning. Immediately she reacted in the only way her outraged female instincts knew, lifting her hand and

slapping Roth's face in furious rejection of his insult.

Elena didn’t know which of them was the more shocked—she who had delivered the blow or Roth who had received it.