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    Quinn looked up as she realised they were outside of her flat, ‘Thank you very much,’ grateful that the flush which crept over her cheeks could not be seen in the soft light of the car, ‘good night Mr Cordell see you tomorrow,’ she said while stepping from the car. Without replying he pulled the car away from the curb and disappeared into the darkness.
    Two days later they were due to leave for the first of their trips, an overnight stay in London. One important piece of information Quinn had omitted to tell her boss was that she was terrified of flying. This was going to be a problem because they would be flying to each of their planned destinations.
    ‘My driver Jason will pick you up at seven in the morning. Be ready,’ he warned her as she left the office for the evening.
    Quinn still didn’t feel comfortable calling him Maxwell so told him, ‘Yes Mr Cordell,’ always keeping her conversations with him polite and never over friendly. Unless of course they were arguing then she let rip.
    There was no chance of her being late the next morning because she could hardly sleep at all; between the fear of oversleeping and the fear of flying she sprang from her bed when the alarm sounded the next morning.
    By six forty she was ready, her stomach tied in knots she sat quietly taking deep calming breaths, while chanting over and over that flying was safe. When she pulled back her curtain she was surprised to find the car already waiting for her. Taking a deep breath she made her way out praying she could make the short flight without disgracing herself.
    Until then she had never seen Maxwell really relaxed, but at that moment he was sharing a joke with his driver, one long arm resting across the back seat of the car, his dark head thrown back as he laughed heartily. The two men turned as she walked down the path toward them, immediately the driver jumped from the car and took her case.
    ‘You must be Miss Quinn,’ he smiled holding out his hand to her, for a moment his strong fingers closed around hers as he introduced himself to her. ‘I’m Jay,’ he told her as he stowed her case in the vast boot.
    ‘Nice to meet you Jay, it’s just Quinn,’ she smiled as he opened the door for her, ‘if we’re going to be formal it’s Miss Morgan,’ she smiled again, ‘I prefer Quinn.’
    Jay retuned her smile, ‘Okay Quinn it is, nice to meet you,’ he opened the car door and waited for her to settle inside before closing it once again.
    ‘Good morning Quinn,’ Maxwell gave her a hard glare as she settled into her seat.
    ‘Good morning Mr Cordell,’ she did not look at him but focused her attention on fastening her seat belt, which took twice as long as it should have because her fingers trembled.
    Most of the short journey to the airport past in silence, giving Quinn plenty of time to work herself into frenzy about the coming flight, once or twice during the journey she caught Jay watching her in the mirror. It wasn’t until they stopped he spoke to her.
    ‘Nervous?’ he asked as he secured her case onto a flight trolley.
    ‘Terrified,’ she admitted stealing a quick look in Maxwell’s direction ensuring he was not listening.
    ‘What of him,’ he nodded toward their employer, ‘or flying?’
    ‘Flying,’ she told him candidly, ‘he won’t fall out of the sky and kill me!’
    Jay threw back his head and laughed loudly drawing Maxwell’s attention to them.
    ‘What’s this Quinn telling jokes again?’ he drawled, ‘care to share?’ he asked looking from driver to p.a.
    ‘No Sir,’ Jay told him with a smile, winking at Quinn he slid back into the drivers’ seat, ‘I’ll see you both tomorrow evening about eight o’clock,’ he called as the sleek black car drew away from the curb.
    Now her ally had gone her courage deserted her, she prayed Maxwell would not ask what they were laughing about because there was no way she wanted him to know about her fear.
    But of course he did ask,