CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
It hadn’t been hard to find Stephen. Cassidy had a good memory and could clearly recall the excited phone call she’d had from Leah, telling her she’d met this gorgeous politician called Stephen, whose father was a millionaire builder, and he wanted to see her again. She had asked Leah what the name of the company was and had filed it on her computer for future reference, in case she could feature them in her magazine sometime.
She opened her online address book, found the name and looked up the website. There was a photograph and biography of the boss, William Clyde and in the blurb beneath, she found a mention of his well-known son, Stephen Maximilian Clyde, MP, who still worked for the company in an advisory capacity. The headshot showed a younger version of the fa
