Chapter 9

Ruth was in London sooner than she had thought she would be. She had received another mail telling her to be on her way as the company needed, urgently, someone to occupy the position she had applied for.

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Clayton was still not sure about what had led him to check the mails—handle them himself—and he was not sure why he wanted the American woman to fill the position of his private secretary with an incredibly good pay. He was not sure yet, but when she arrived work that first morning, he had stared at her for long through the CCTV in his office.

She had streaks of white hair in the mass of her brown silky hair and she definitely smiled a lot with the other staff as they helped her and showed her the way around. She had not taken the lodge that had been provided. She lived elsewhere.

She had come to introduce herself. She had the American glow. The spark and hot-headedness which was a feature ingrained in Americans was not absent in her as she breezed into