A modern romance novel.
Max Jordan is one of America’s most powerful, leading corporate lawyers. He is also the major stockholder and head of the billion-dollar corporation - Jordan Diamond Empire.
Max must marry soon to keep the business safe and the company secure from a takeover.
Returning to England in search of the only woman he knows and trusts to help him in his moment of need - he tracks Amy down and asks her to marry him.
Amy Denver wants nothing to do with Max Jordan . . . and she certainly wants nothing to do with his marriage proposal. Five painful years have passed since Max disappeared from her life and a lot has happened to her in between. Amy has a secret she’d rather he didn’t discover . . . her secret is Jake . . . their son. Once again Amy finds herself surrendering to Max and his demands as he whisks her and Jake off to Waterfront, his private, secluded home in the Hamptons.
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A zealous individual willing to please Max gathered the laptop and briefcase from the car and Max was politely steered towards a rank of open lifts which were all being held in anticipation of his arrival.
“We’ve been expecting you, sir. How was your flight?”
“The flight was good thank you . . . long, but good. Now, perhaps one of you would like to show me around your firm before the meeting. I’d like to get a feel for the place and see how you run your operation.” He was taking control of the situation.
Max glanced pointedly at the sleek, slim watch on his wrist and everyone took the hint.
They all stepped into the waiting lifts and, with the doors closed securely behind them, they went straight to the fifth floor where Martin and Campbell had their offices.
Max was in London on two accounts - company and personal business.
He was working with the English law firm Martin and Campbell on an international lawsuit involving worldwide diamond embezzling. But the diamond lawsuit wasn’t his only reason for being in London . . . he was here for more. He wanted to find Amy Denver and take her back to America with him . . . only Amy didn’t know that . . . yet.
Jordan Diamond Empire was in trouble and if Max didn’t marry soon to protect the company, he might not have a company to run.
On the sixth floor, Amy was blissfully unaware of Max Jordan’s presence in the building. In the conference room, she was busy laying out files and briefs on the long, wooden, mahogany table and generally preparing for the onslaught of lawyers who were about to descend on her.
Catching a glimpse of herself in the reflective shine of the conference room window, Amy smoothed her hair back into place and straightened her pencil-slim, black skirt over the smooth, slender, sexy curves of her hips.
She was ready to face the barrage of lawyers heading her way.
She knew she looked good and she felt good. Adrenaline was pumping in her veins and she was ready to take on the world.
In the four years, Amy had been with the law firm as a junior lawyer she’d been faultlessly brilliant in her work. She excelled at her job and there was no one with better skills to run and manage the support teams.
It was her ability to organise and cope in any difficult situation that had won the hearts of her colleagues and she was greatly valued by them all.
“Is everything under control Amy?” Peering around the door was Cathy Moore.
Cathy was one of the female partners who had also become a good friend of Amy’s.
“Sure . . . everything’s fine. Why . . . what’s up?” Amy asked.
“The American’s here. The whole place is buzzing with the news and it seems they’re now heading here to the conference room.” There was an urgency in Cathy’s voice.
Cathy was showing concern for the controlled chaos that seemed to be rampant throughout the building.
“Well that’s good news,” said Amy brightly. “Hopefully we’ll be sticking to our schedule and we’ll have no delays. For once maybe . . . just maybe, I’ll be able to get away from work on time.”
“You’ll be lucky,” said Cathy letting out a deep sigh. “We’ll probably all have to stay and work overtime. I imagine we’ll be here slogging away until midnight catching up on any decisions they make during the meeting.”
Amy let out a long agonising groan.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure James will let you leave early. But right now I’ve got to go . . . see you later.” With a quick wave, Cathy disappeared from sight.
Amy hadn’t thought about the extra hours she might have to work this evening and she felt uneasy about having to stay on longer than planned.
The full-on meeting was due to take place in ten minutes and anyone of importance had to attend.
Today of all day’s there was no room for error. It was decision day and the partners were going to determine which of them would be working with Max Jordan and take on the Diablo case.
Rumour had it James Martin - the senior partner - was likely to take the job. It was James who had brought the American lawyer in on the case and this new guy was supposed to be an expert in the field of diamonds and corporate law.
From somewhere along the corridor Amy heard a scurry of foot-falls approaching. It was her boss James Martin and his team.
“Good morning Amy,” James said giving her a conspiratorial wink.
She saw he was wearing his blue shirt and tie which meant James was in a good mood and ready for action.
“James . . . morning . . . nice to see you,” she said enthusiastically and greeted him with her usual sunny smile.
Four years ago James had sat in on her interview. Throughout the years he had mentored her and encouraged her to work hard. Little by little she had climbed and worked her way up the corporate ladder. She thought of James as the older brother she never had. But James liking what he saw, was continually trying his luck and asked Amy out on numerous occasions. Every time she refused, he took it on the chin and waited . . . until the next time.
“We’re ready when you are sir,” she said politely.
Everything was in place and ready for the meeting. The white marker board had been cleaned and the new digital hologram projection system was set-up and running.
Nearly everyone had arrived and were ready to take their seats and prepare for the onslaught of questions. They were, however, still waiting for the infamous American lawyer to appear.
Everyone was on tender hooks expecting his arrival at any minute and even James, who was rarely flustered, seemed on edge.
At that moment, the door to the conference room opened and a tall, forceful figure appeared framed in the doorway.
Amy felt the blood drain from her face.
Gripping the back of a nearby chair for support, she just managed to stop herself from fainting.
Max Jordan - her Max Jordan - was standing in the doorway and Max looked like he owned the place.
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