At Her Boss's Bidding

‘That’s the strange thing. I honestly thought she did. She seemed to love Justin when she married him. And she always said she’d have a baby as soon as they were financially secure. Frankly, when she did what she did I was almost as shocked as Justin. She didn’t seem that sort of girl. Of course, she is the sort men always made a play for.’

‘She’s really that beautiful?’ Rachel asked, her heart twisting with jealousy.

‘I have to admit she’s stunning to look at. And she has a captivating manner as well. A real charmer, no doubt about that. I’m not surprised that the likes of Carl Toombs went after her. What did surprise me was that he succeeded in getting her. I honestly thought she loved my son. Obviously, she had us both fooled. Maybe she was always a little gold-digger at heart. Though, to give her some credit, she didn’t take a cent from Justin when she left him. Guilty conscience, probably. Though I dare say she was already getting enough money out of her wealthy lover. Mistresses of men like that don’t want for anything. Still, if she thought he was going to leave his wife and marry her then she’s been sorely mistaken.

‘But Justin will marry you,’ Alice added, and Rachel’s heart jumped.

‘Why do you say that?’

‘Because he’d be crazy not to. And my son is not crazy. You wait and see. I suppose you haven’t told him you love him.’

‘No way. Why? Do you think I should?’

‘Not yet. Men like to think love and marriage are their idea entirely. It’s a male-ego thing. And, speaking of male ego, I think we should rejoin said male ego before it begins to feel neglected.’

Both women were chuckling away when they entered the family room, only to be shushed into silence by said male ego watching male stuff. They looked at each other and pulled appropriate faces, then withdrew to the kitchen to make afternoon tea and exchange the exasperated view that they didn’t know why women bothered falling in love with any man in the first place!

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

RACHEL insisted Justin drop her off home after the luncheon at his mother’s. Without his coming in.

‘I have washing to do,’ she told him. ‘And a host of other little jobs to organise myself for the coming week. I’m sure you do, too,’ she added firmly when he looked as though he was going to argue.

He sighed, then went.

The following morning Rachel was so glad she’d taken that stand. Glad she was alone and travelling on the train to work. Very glad she’d got a seat and she could read the front-page story in the daily newspaper privately.

TOOMBS FLEES AUSTRALIA, the headlines screamed.

TYCOON IN INVESTMENT SCANDAL.

The details were a bit sketchy, but it seemed Carl Toombs had finally done what many people had forecast for him. He’d gone bust, and taken a lot of creditors and investors with him. The journalist writing the article implied it was only his company that had gone belly-up. On a personal basis, Toombs himself was probably still as rich as Croesus. Being a conscienceless but clever crook, he would have siphoned money off into Swiss bank accounts, or other anonymous offshore establishments, before doing a flit at the weekend, minus his family.

There were photos of his wife and children at the gate of his harbourside mansion, plus the classic comment from the wife saying she knew nothing about her husband’s business dealings, and had no idea where he was. She claimed to be as devastated as his employees and business colleagues, who’d all been left high and dry without their entitlements etc etc etc.

Did that include his PA-cum-mistress? Rachel wondered. Or had she vanished with the disgraced tycoon?

Only time would tell, she supposed. But how would Justin react to this news? Rachel couldn’t even guess. This was one area where she still didn’t have all the answers, despite what Alice had told her the previous day. The subject of Mandy was verboten with Justin.

Rachel arrived at work in a state of nervous anticipation over Justin’s mood. No use hoping he wouldn’t have seen the headlines and read the story. He worked out every morning with people who lived and breathed such news. It would be the main topic of conversation in AWI’s gym this morning. It would be the main topic for discussion in just about every office and household in Sydney that day. But not hers. She didn’t dare bring the matter up.

Or did she? It wouldn’t be normal not to mention it. Oh, she didn’t know what to do for the best!

Justin was already in his office when she arrived, with his door firmly shut. She dumped the paper on top of her desk in full view, then set about making his usual mug of coffee, determined to act naturally. When it was ready she tapped briefly on the door then breezed right in, as was her habit these days.