Passion From The Past

‘Gideon—Oh,’ James Courtney came to a halt just inside the room, looking searchingly at the other man. ‘Have you forgotten we have a meeting with Crewe at two-thirty?’

‘Not at all,’ Gideon denied smoothly. ‘Laura and I were just—talking.’

‘Indeed?’ The older man looked even more puzzled.

Gideon continued to look at Laura, uncaring of his father-in-law’s presence. ‘You haven’t given me your answer.’

She was aware of James Courtney’s speculative looks even if Gideon wasn’t, and stood up to leave. ‘The answer is no, Mr Maitland,’ and she hurried past the surprised James Courtney into her own office.

‘Laura!’ She hadn’t realised Gideon had followed her until he swung her round to face him. ‘I’ll pick you up at seven-thirty.’

Her embarrassed gaze passed to James Courtney, and then back to Gideon. ‘No—–’

‘Yes!’ he insisted firmly, his fingers painful on her arm.

‘No …’ But even she was aware that her denial sounded weak this time. How could he do this to her in front of James Courtney! Wasn’t he in the least embarrassed himself in admitting he had invited out his own secretary, a girl far below him both in sophistication and socially? Heavens, one look at Petra Wilde was enough to tell her he must be playing with her—and it was a cruel joke to play on anyone.

‘Laura!’ Gideon shook her.

‘I said no,’ she looked away from him, ‘And I meant no.’

His hand dropped away from her arm. ‘I don’t have the time to argue with you now, I’ll pick you up at seven-thirty.’

‘You—–’

‘For God’s sake give in gracefully, girl,’ James Courtney put in tersely. ‘Don’t you know when you’re outmatched?’

She looked at him rebelliously, feeling like a mouse caught between two tormenting cats. ‘I don’t need any advice from you,’ she flashed resentfully. ‘As Mr Maitland told me shortly before you arrived, what I do in the evenings is my own affair. And I don’t choose to be any rich man’s amusement!’ She didn’t wait to see either James Courtney or Gideon’s reaction to her outburst, but ran out of the office and into the ladies’ room further down the corridor. She leant back weakly against the door, hardly able to believe the scene that had just taken place, from Gideon Maitland’s dinner invitation to her angry outburst to James Courtney.

Oh God, what had she done! The least she could expect from her outburst would be a verbal or written reprimand, the worst could be instant dismissal. And after her behaviour just now she probably deserved the latter.

She took a deep controlling breath, the ravages of that unpleasant scene on her white shocked face, the eyes staring back at her in the mirror greener than ever. She couldn’t stay in here all day, she had to go back to the office, if only to collect her handbag and leave. But she dreaded having to face either of the men again.

Her reflection showed her face to be colourless, her youth showing through in that moment, showing her what Gideon Maitland must have seen, a child dressed up to be a woman.

Well, she didn’t work at Courtneys any longer, so the pose of maturity was no longer necessary. She would be just plain Laura Jamieson when she walked out of here, her head held high. The removal of her hair pins was the first move, and she fluffed the auburn waves loose about her shoulders. Undoing the top two buttons of her severely fastened blouse was the next move, folding the collar back over the jacket of her suit. She instantly looked younger, and she felt it too.

Her legs began to shake as she reached her office door. She couldn’t hear any explosive voices, but then that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to be verbally chewed to pieces as soon as she walked in the door. James Courtney could be chillingly polite until he exploded at his victim, and this time she was it. She had seen experienced businessmen quake at the thought of a run in with James Courtney, so what chance did she have of getting out of the building unscathed?

She couldn’t believe it—the office was empty! She quickly checked Gideon Maitland’s office, just to make sure. Of course, it was almost two-thirty, the two men had an appointment then, and they weren’t likely to miss that just for the satisfaction of sacking her personally. No, they would just expect her to go.

She would finish off her work first; she had been halfway through typing a letter. She could leave the completed work on Gideon Maitland’s desk—along with her resignation. If they hadn’t actually sacked her then she was perfectly within her rights to hand in her resignation. This way she wouldn’t have it on her record that she had been sacked.

Her fingers fumbled on the typewriter keys, her eyes opening wide as she looked at the destruction of her letter. It had been quite a lengthy letter too, very technical, and she had prided herself on the fact that she hadn’t made a single error, not even on the parts where she didn’t understand a word, and now Gideon Maitland had wilfully destroyed her painstaking work. Directly under her neatly laid out letter he had typed ‘SEVEN-THIRTY, LAURA’.

She ripped the sheets out of her typewriter, her eyes sparkling with anger. How dared he! How dared he do that to her work? And probably in front of James Courtney too. Well, he could think again, she wouldn’t be seeing him at seven-thirty or any other time. And if he wanted this letter retyped then he could damn well do it himself!

Her head was held at an angry angle as she went down in the lift, sparing not a glance for the young receptionist as the other girl shot her a puzzled look.

And no wonder, with this angry sparkle in her eyes, two bright spots of colour in her otherwise pale cheeks Laura could never remember losing her temper as much as she had today, the combined arrogance of Gideon Maitland and James Courtney inflaming her in a way that nothing else ever had. And it was an uncomfortable feeling, not in the least pleasant or exhilarating, and she hoped it didn’t happen too often in the future.

In the future? What future? She had left her letter of resignation on Gideon Maitland’s desk, propped up against the pictures of his wife and little girl. He seemed to spend quite a bit of his time looking at those photographs, so she knew that he wouldn’t miss her letter when he got back from his business appointment.

Janice hadn’t understated Felicity Maitland’s beauty. Laura had been bedazzled by the other woman’s flawless features as soon as she saw the photograph, at once seeing why Gideon Maitland and James Courtney missed her so much. Felicity Maitland had looked full of life, a gay teasing smile to her pouting lips, her deep blue eyes laughing with a gaiety that must have been infectious. No wonder Gideon Maitland rarely smiled; when his wife had died she had taken all the laughter out of his life.

And the photograph of his daughter Natalie perhaps explained the reason Janice claimed he had little time for his daughter. Natalie Maitland already showed signs of being as beautiful as her mother had been, her eyes huge and deeply blue, her hair a mass of golden curls.

But for now Laura had to worry about facing her own mother, knowing how furious she would be when she told her she had lost her job—and for such a reason. Her mother would think she was mad for refusing to have dinner with Gideon Maitland—and maybe she was!

‘What a day!’ Her mother collapsed wearily into a chair, her work at the shop involving being on her feet all day. ‘If I have to sell just one more pair of shoes to one more screaming child I swear I’ll scream with them!’ she sighed.

‘Bad as that?’ Laura handed her mother a cup of tea.

‘Worse,’ she grimaced, sipping the refreshing brew gratefully. ‘You’re home early, love.’

‘Yes, well, I—–’ Now was the time to tell her mother of her resignation. But she couldn’t do it! The words just wouldn’t come out.

‘I wish I could come home early,’ her mother groaned, leaning back in the chair. ‘Although the way things are going at the shop at the moment I might be home, full stop.’

Laura frowned. ‘Business is bad?’

‘Well, it isn’t good.’

She bit her lip. ‘How not good?’

Her mother shrugged. ‘Gerry thinks he might have to make redundancies.’

Gerry Blake was the manager of the shoe shop her mother worked in, and if he thought there would be redundancies, then there would be. Oh dear, how could she tell her mother now, the two of them barely managed the flat on two wages, and it would be a tight squeeze to get through until she found another job, but if her mother were to lose her job too …!

‘How did your day go, love?’ Her mother shrugged off her own worry, eager to hear about Laura’s day with Gideon Maitland.

‘I—It was—interesting,’ Laura said lamely.

‘Interesting! Is that all?’

No, it had been disastrous! And now she was going to have to try frantically to get herself another job before her mother realised she had lost the one at Courtneys.

Her mother gave her a worried look. ‘You didn’t upset Mr Maitland in any way, did you?’

She hadn’t upset him at all, he had upset her. ‘No, of course not,’ Laura reassured her.

‘Well, how did you get on with him, then?’

‘All right,’ Laura shrugged. ‘Just like a secretary should, I suppose.’

Her mother shook her head. ‘Maybe if you stopped wearing those clothes and looked like my pretty Laura …’

‘Maybe I should,’ she agreed, to divert her mother’s attention. ‘We could go out on Saturday and look at some new things.’ Although where the money would come from now that she didn’t even have a job she had no idea.