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about Giles; I didn’t hit him that hard. I don’t know why you are so concerned about him, it was nothing to what he had in mind for you,’ he told her honestly.
    She was unsure of just how but Maxwell managed to stop the wild stories about her attack, but he did very quickly much to her relief.
    With so much work to catch up with her first day past very quickly, she was about to make her way out of her office when Maxwell walked in. ‘I was just going,’ she stopped at the door, mentally crossing her fingers he wasn’t going to ask her to stay late.
    ‘That’s okay, I just wondered how you were feeling, everything okay?’ he asked looking around her office his gaze pausing for a moment on the flowers adorning every available space.
    ‘Yes fine, thank you.’
    ‘Who sent the flowers?’ he asked with a small frown, kicking himself for not sending some himself.
    ‘One bouquet came from the typing pool the other from Jay,’ she watched as his frown deepened.
    ‘Jay, as in Jay my chauffeur?’ his asked with a slight edge to his voice.
    Quinn nodded, ‘Yes, I thought it was very sweet of him,’ she smiled, ‘if there’s nothing else I have to rush, we’re meeting for a drink later,’ she explained. To her utter amazement Maxwell turned on his heel slamming the door between their offices as he went. With a shrug she picked up her jacket and bag and dismissed her bosses’ strange behaviour from her mind, after all he was always behaving in ways which surprised her.
    Quinn did not get to go for a drink with Jay that evening; he rang her from his mobile ten minutes before the arranged time to tell her that he had to work late.
    ‘The boss rang five minutes ago I have to take him to a function down in Liverpool,’ he explained. ‘We’ll go another time if you still want to,’ he added.
    Quinn could hear the hopeful tone to his voice, ‘Yes of course, I’d love to it’s not your fault don’t worry.’ After hanging up she sat trying to think if she could recall anything in the diary for that evening, confident there was nothing she wondered why, surely Maxwell couldn’t have any objections to her going for a drink with his chauffeur could he?
    The following morning Quinn deliberately went into work early hoping to get the opportunity to check Maxwell’s diary before he arrived. To her disappointment he was all ready sat at his desk when she entered his office.
    As she moved slowly toward his desk he looked up then lifted his cuff and checked his watch, ‘You’re early Quinn, no cars broken down in the bus lane this morning?’ he commented with out the slightest trace of humour in his deep voice.
    She smiled thinly to him, while sweeping her eyes across his desk for his diary then tutting to herself when she realised he was resting his hands across it. ‘No not today, could I have your diary please?’ she asked stretching out her hand toward the book.
    For a split second their eyes met, ‘I’m using it just now, I’ll let you have it when I’m finished,’ he paused for a moment while he covered the book with his arm, ‘was there something particular you were looking for?’
    She shook her head, ‘No I just wanted to make sure we both had the same appointments logged, that’s all. I can wait.’
    Quinn was almost at the door when he spoke again, ‘Sorry if I spoilt your plans last night, I had quite forgotten about this dinner I had promised to speak at,’ he didn’t look or sound the slightest bit sorry.
    Quinn smiled sweetly, ‘No problem there are lots of other nights,’ she told him with another smile.
    If she had not turned so quickly she would have read the expression on his face that said ‘ not if I can help it !’
    Two days later Quinn was sat at her desk with her head in her hands, so engrossed in self-pity she hadn’t heard Maxwell enter her office.
    ‘Quinn, I’ve been shouting for… what’s wrong?’ he asked as she lifted her pale face to his. She looked fragile, her