Dianne’s phone buzzed while she was still sipping her morning coffee, half-awake and trying not to think about him.
She glanced at the screen.
Incoming call: Charlotte (her boss at the PR firm).
Her heart sank.
Nothing good ever came from a call this early.
“Charlotte?” she said, trying to sound professional.
“Dianne, good morning, dear. I need you in the office in twenty minutes. We’ve just landed a big account — and I want you handling it.”
That caught her attention. “Big account?”
“Yes. One of London’s top corporations. High-profile client, delicate image issue. You’re the only one I trust with this.”
Dianne smiled faintly, flattered but wary. “All right, I’ll be there.”
She hung up, not knowing her morning was about to spiral into madness.
By the time she arrived at the Mayf
