Besides, I don’t think my uncle, the King, would appreciate the publicity. He’s had enough bad press lately with his son-in-law’s shenanigans.”
“What you need to dispel those rumours is a beautiful young lady beside you, Rodriguez. Perhaps you and my daughter could help each other out? Louisa is very beautiful, even if I say so myself. She’s very entertaining, even though she is a little spoiled, and that is my fault. I’ve been a very over-indulgent father.”
“Her name is Louisa? How charming.”
“Her married name is Spenser, but she rides under Browning, as she’d begun to establish her riding career before she was married. I don’t supposed you’ve met? She seemed to think you had but you might not remember her.”
“Ah, Louisa Browning ! I’ve seen her ride of course, Graeme. She’s very talented. We know each other a little, from the Grand Prix Circuit, but it never occurred to me she is related to you. How do you have a daughter in her twenties when you are much less than forty yourself?”
“Carrie, Louisa’s mother, was nine years older than me. I married her when the girls were young and adopted them immediately. Louisa is twenty three, and Julia is twenty four.”
“Hmm, this is beginning to sound very interesting, Graeme. Maria Isabella has remarried, as you know, to a cousin of mine, and he was pleased to tell me they are expecting a child in April.”
Graeme smiled to himself. This was the ideal opportunity to drop the bait…Rod’s potential heir.
“Oh, I forgot to mention, Louisa is six months pregnant.”
“The poor girl! To find out your husband is an adulterer at this stage is devastating!”
“Yes, she actually saw them in a hotel Friday evening. My Legal Department has lined up a solicitor for her to see tomorrow afternoon.”
The Espagnolian paused for a moment, considering the situation. His eyes narrowed as he realized the possibilities.
“Listen, Graeme, I think I’ll fly over tomorrow with all the information about this bank of mine instead of just emailing it to you. Perhaps your daughter and I could meet then?
Graeme smiled to himself. He knew Rodriguez well, and realized the man had the beginning of some scheme brewing.
He hoped the Espagnolian had the beginning of some scheme brewing.
Perhaps Louisa and the Espagnolian Grandee would be able to help each other save face.
Graeme firmly believed that once Louisa had saved face, she wouldn’t be in such a hurry to remarry.
Rod was probably in the same predicament.
He was a proud man, and saving face was paramount, especially in his culture. Appearing with each other at Julia’s wedding would certainly cause a stir, and stick it to William…and to Maria Isabella.
“Email the details today, Rod, and we can discuss them seriously when you arrive tomorrow. I’ll have my Mergers and Acquisition Department go over them this afternoon and tomorrow morning.
“In the meantime, I’ll call Louisa, and arrange for us to have dinner. You haven’t met Olivia yet, have you?”
“Olivia?”
“My wife, we just returned from our honeymoon Wednesday evening.”
“I didn’t know you’d remarried, Graeme.”
“Two weeks ago, just family there. We’re having a reception in a month or so. I believe the notice of our wedding is scheduled to go in the Times on Friday. Uncle David and Aunt Christine adore her. You will too. In fact, I’m rather pleased I’ve married her already, as she is blonde and beautiful, just your type.”
Rodriguez laughed. “Ah well, I’ll be on my best behaviour, Graeme.”
As soon as he hung up, Rodriguez de Velaquado, Prince of Espagnolia from his mother’s side, Duke of Seville, Prince of Iberia from his Spanish father, dialed his mother.
“Mama, I will go to London tomorrow morning, our old friend Graeme Browning is keen to buy the Bank Uncle Miguel left me, so I am afraid I cannot attend your dinner party on Thursday.”
“My darling boy, I’m glad you can unload