is the managing director.’
‘And who is that?’
‘Well, it’s me, actually, but—’
‘In that case, Madam Managing Director, I have a complaint to make about one of your employees, a lady who seems to think she can do her job at long distance. I am paying your firm for her services and I expect you to provide them.’
Joanna’s voice was tight.
‘If Your Excellency would care to study the contract you signed, you will see that all such decisions are the prerogative of the managing director. I and I alone shall decide the best use of Mrs Manton’s time.’
‘Mrs Manton has barely arrived and does not have my permission to leave.’
‘Mrs Manton has my permission to leave, and does not need yours.’
‘Then I can only say that I consider her thoroughly unprofessional, and I suggest she thinks about that.’
Joanna stared at him, trying to get her bearings. This wasn’t the Gustavo she’d thought she knew, but a hasty, arrogant man who presumed to judge her.
It crossed her mind that if she’d been leaving to avoid reigniting her old feelings, then she need no longer bother. Just being in Gustavo’s company would protect her very nicely.
But she was in too much of a temper to give in now, and Gustavo’s own temper was reaching new heights.
‘Is this how your firm normally works?’ he demanded cuttingly. ‘Takes on a job, does it for a few weeks, then the head of the team vanishes and leaves the rest of the work to the underlings? I suppose there’s another job waiting for you, and you’ll run the two in tandem. Well, let me make it clear that I won’t tolerate—’
‘How dare you!’ she raged. ‘You ought to be ashamed of yourself, saying such a thing to me.’
He had the grace to become uneasy.
‘All right,’ he snapped. ‘I went too far.’
‘Much too far,’ she snapped back.
‘I retract my words, but not my opposition. How do I know you’ll come back?’
‘Because I’m a woman of my word,’ she said indignantly. ‘When I take on a job, I complete it. When I say I’ll do something, I do it, and what I say now is that I am going to England.’
‘If you do, you do so in opposition to my wishes.’
‘I’ll live with that,’ she flung at him, and walked out before he could reply.
CHAPTER SIX
SHE saw Billy as she was crossing the hall and beckoned him to follow her upstairs to his room.
‘Sorry, darling,’ she said when they were inside. ‘Change of plan. You’re coming with me.’
‘I’m not going to be a pageboy,’ he said, looking around wildly.
‘All right, it’s a deal. Now go and chuck a few things into a bag.’
‘But you said it was all right for me to stay here.’
‘Not any more.’
She went to her own room and began to pack hurriedly, growing more enraged with every moment. Gustavo’s refusal to be reasonable, as much as his haughtiness, had stunned her.
The knock at her door was tentative, even slightly nervous. Still seething, she yanked it open.
Gustavo was standing there. ‘May I come in?’
She stood back for him to pass, and closed the door behind him.
‘Are you still speaking to me?’ he asked.
‘Just about.’
‘I suppose it’s more than I deserve. Joanna, please forgive my ill-temper. I don’t know what got into me. Of course you must go, if—if you think it’s necessary.’
In the face of his contrition her anger died. She faced him, arms akimbo, her face full of fond exasperation.
‘How could you believe that I wouldn’t come back?’
‘It sounds crazy, I know. It’s just that what’s happening out there is so important to me, and naturally it matters that the boss should be there.’
He sounded self-conscious, like a man hiding his true thoughts. Joanna wouldn’t allow herself to speculate on what those thoughts might be.
‘Mum,’ Billy said, bursting in, ‘do I need to pack my—?’ He stopped, seeing Gustavo.
‘You too?’ Gustavo said quickly. ‘But you surely don’t want to leave just when you’re beginning to ride so well?’
‘I was originally hoping to leave Billy here,’ Joanna said. ‘But then—’
‘And I hope you will,’ Gustavo said. ‘You know he’ll be all right, and Renata would be lonely without him.’
‘That would be better,’ Joanna admitted. ‘Thank you. It’s all right, Billy, you can unpack.’
‘But you just told me to pack.’
‘Well, now you’re staying, so you can unpack.’
In silence, Billy looked from one to the other, and tapped his forehead.
By late that evening Joanna was in London, installed in the Ritz, desperately relieved to have got away from Gustavo.
His