A Mistletoe Proposal

CHAPTER SIX

WHEN Pippa finally awoke it was to the memory of the appointment at Roscoe’s office that morning.

‘Oh, no,’ she groaned. ‘I’m not going!’

But she knew she was. The professional Miss Jenson didn’t tamely back off. She got out of bed, showered in cold water for maximum alertness and ate a hearty breakfast, calculated to enhance energy and efficiency. The fact that she was inwardly fuming was of no interest to anyone else. Certainly not Roscoe Havering.

Now that the first hint of winter snow was in the air, she chose her attire for warmth: severe suit, long coat, flat shoes. With a face free of make-up and her hair scraped firmly back, she decided that she looked just right: a lawyer, not a fancy piece, whatever a man with no manners might think.

She put in a hard morning’s work at her office, then David looked in for a quick word.

‘Off to see Roscoe? Good. You’ve probably learned all about him by now.’

‘The odd detail,’ she said, assiduously hunting for something inside her desk.

‘Then you’ll have heard that there’s nobody in the business with a higher reputation. His speciality is discretionary dealing.’

Pippa knew that some brokers simply followed their clients’ instructions, but did not give advice. Others would give advice, but not make final decisions. Most demanding of all was discretionary dealing, where the broker ascertained the clients’ long-term objectives, and then had authority to make decisions without further consultation. Only the best and most trusted brokers could do this, and it came as no surprise to know that Roscoe Havering was one of them.

‘A lot of brokers came out of the recession looking bad,’ David told her. ‘Not him. If anything, his trade has doubled because clients have flocked to him, disillusioned with the others. Plus there are rumours of a link-up with the Vanlen Corporation that would make Havering one of the richest and most powerful men in the financial world.’

Pippa mulled this over on the journey to Threadneedle Street, in the financial heart of London. Now the snow had properly started and, as she stepped out of the taxi, she pulled her coat tight, relieved that she would get her car back tomorrow.

Roscoe’s office was located in a historic building, converted to modern day requirements. Dark deeds had occurred there centuries ago. Dead bodies had once been discovered in the cellar, one of which was a man known personally to the reigning monarch of the time. But only the building’s outside reflected the dramatic past. Inside, all was corporate efficiency, bland colours and straight lines.

But I’ll bet there are still plenty of dark deeds, Pippa reflected as she hurried into the elevator. Just a different kind.

She was curious to see how well Roscoe’s establishment reflected the man, and it was no surprise to discover that he was on the top floor, with a view down on the world. As expected, she found the atmosphere subdued, even slightly haughty.

The receptionist showed her to a seat. ‘I’m afraid there’ll be a slight delay,’ she said. ‘Mr Vanlen just walked in without warning. He’s going to Los Angeles for some big international gathering, and he’s annoyed because Mr Havering won’t go too. But Mr Havering says those meetings are all talk and no substance, and he won’t budge. Vanlen did a quick detour on his way to the airport, so at least he can’t stay long.’ She made a wry face. ‘He never seems to think that other people might be busy.’

‘I know the type,’ Pippa said with feeling.

From behind a door she could hear a voice raised in argument. ‘We can’t waste time. This is a big deal for both of us. When everything’s signed we’re going to be the kings, and you want that as much as I do… What’s that? The hell with keeping my voice down! Let them know that they’ve got to be afraid of you, that’s what I say. It’s where half the pleasure lies.’

The secretary groaned. ‘You hear him. That’s how Vanlen thinks. Heaven help us all when that tie-up goes through. Mr Havering’s a tyrant now but when he-’

She stopped as Vanlen’s voice was raised again. ‘I can’t believe you’re really not coming to Los Angeles. Surely that’s-?’

‘I’d better go in,’ the secretary said hastily. ‘Mr Havering is fed up with that subject.’

She hurried over and knocked on Roscoe’s door, opening it just in time for Pippa to hear him saying harshly, ‘I’m not going and that’s final. I don’t have the time. Anyway, the conference starts tomorrow and I’d never change my mind at this late date.’

Too right, she thought. Anyone who tried to divert Roscoe from the course that suited him was in for a nasty surprise.

‘Hey! It’s you!’ The delighted voice came from Charlie who’d just appeared, his eyes shining at the sight of her. ‘Thanks heavens you’re here!’ he exclaimed, coming to sit beside her. ‘This place is doing my head in!’

‘I gather great things are afoot,’ she said.

‘You mean Vanlen? Oh, yes! We’re going to be the greatest. No one will be able to touch us or compete with us, and then Roscoe will have everything he wants.’

‘Nobody has everything they want,’ she protested.

‘That depends what they actually do want,’ Charlie pointed out. ‘If you keep your wants down to very few, it would be quite easy.’

‘And what are his wants?’ she asked curiously.

‘Him up there, you down here saying, “I obey, I obey!”’

He said the last words in a mechanical voice of such fine comical effect that she couldn’t help laughing.

‘You ought to have gone on the stage,’ she said.

‘Yes, I used to think that might be nice, to stand up there in the spotlight, with the audience in the palm of my hand, knowing they were hanging on my every word.’

‘Which means you’ve got a lot in common with Roscoe after all,’ she pointed out.

‘Yes, I suppose I do. But I want to make them laugh and love me. He wants to make them cower and fear him. And, like I said, when he’s teamed up with Vanlen, he’ll have everything he wants in the world.’

She was temped to agree, but illogically her sense of justice came to Roscoe’s defence. ‘Aren’t you being a bit unfair? What about the “other Roscoe” you told me about at The Diamond-the nicer one, with feelings?’

‘You imagined that.’

‘No, I didn’t. I remember every word you said.’

‘All right, that Roscoe exists too, but only rarely. You’ll be dealing with the strong one, so never drop your guard.’

‘Careful, Charlie, I don’t think you know him as well as you think you do.’

He eyed her shrewdly. ‘So he’s still exerting his charm over you, is he? He can do that, if he thinks it’s worth it. But beware the day when you’re no further use to him.’

This was probably good advice, she realised. She was about to ask Charlie to tell her more but he’d already tossed the subject aside to concentrate on something that interested him more.

‘Wow! Get you!’ he said, his eyes caressing her from head to toe. ‘I know what you’re doing with that severe look,’ he went on. ‘But it doesn’t work. You’re still gorgeous. Aren’t you going to take that coat off?’

It was hot in the building and she was glad to let him ease the thick garment from her shoulders. But he took advantage of the situation to slip an arm around her waist, so that she edged away, muttering, ‘Not here!’

‘Here, there and everywhere,’ he persisted. ‘There’s nobody else around.’

He managed to get both arms around her, resisting her attempts to escape. She groaned, exasperated by the silly boy who couldn’t understand that this wasn’t the time or the place.

‘Someone’s coming,’ she said frantically. ‘Charlie, stop that.’

He was reaching up to free her hair, sending it cascading in joyous beauty around her shoulders. He’d done this before, but that time had been in the privacy of his own home, with only his family there. Now it was in front of Roscoe’s door as it opened and a man emerged.

He was thin, with a face that was so pleasant and humorous that at first she couldn’t believe this was the man she’d overheard. But his grinding voice was the same, asking, ‘Am I interrupting something?’

‘Yes,’ Charlie said defensively. ‘You certainly are.’

‘Sorry.’ Vanlen held up his hands and backed off.

His glance at Pippa was appreciative and his look said all too plainly that he was a man of the world in these matters. She had met this attitude before and dealt with it too efficiently to be offended now, but she could cheerfully have throttled Charlie. Vanlen departed just as Roscoe appeared in the doorway, his eyes frosty as he regarded his brother.

‘Is this fellow bothering you, Miss Jenson?’ he demanded. ‘If so, say the word and I’ll defenestrate him.’

‘You will not,’ Charlie said, hastily getting behind a chair.

Pippa tried not to choke with laughter, and failed.

‘It means throw you out of the window,’ she assured Charlie.

‘Oh. Are you sure that’s all?’

‘Quite sure. Stop worrying.’

He returned to her side, addressing Roscoe belligerently. ‘I was just telling Miss Jenson that it’s no use her trying to hide beneath dull clothes. She’s still gorgeous beyond belief. Or perhaps you don’t think so.’

‘I think Miss Jenson looks acceptably professional,’ Roscoe said in an indifferent voice. ‘Which is exactly what I’d expect of her.’

Cheek! she thought.

He seemed strained and she wondered how long he had dallied in Teresa’s bed, and how much had she exhausted him. But he showed her courteously into his office and enquired politely after her car.

‘It took some time for my brothers to find the spare part it needed,’ she said, ‘but they finally managed it, and I’m getting the car back tomorrow.’

She and Charlie sat facing the desk, behind which Roscoe surveyed them from a position of authority, which was how, Pippa guessed, he felt most comfortable.

He pressed a buzzer and spoke to his secretary. ‘We don’t want to be disturbed.’

‘Ah-no!’ Charlie squealed. ‘I’m waiting for a call. I’ve told my secretary to fetch me.’

‘Then we’d better hurry,’ Roscoe said ironically. ‘We mustn’t keep the betting shop waiting.’

‘I got a hot tip,’ Charlie explained. ‘If it comes in, it’ll get me out of trouble on a lot of fronts.’

‘I don’t know why I bother to teach you about stocks and shares,’ Roscoe groaned. ‘You’re only happy making ridiculous bets.’

‘But surely buying stocks and shares is a kind of betting?’ Pippa observed innocently.

Charlie gave a muffled choke of laughter. Roscoe’s glance told her that he didn’t appreciate that remark.

‘All right,’ she said hastily. ‘Let’s get on. I’ve been reviewing the matter and it seems to me-’

The discussion became serious. Pippa put forward her most professional aspect, but all the time she had a strange feeling that it was a mask. There was an uneasy tension in the air, not between herself and Charlie, but between herself and the man who’d held her at a distance last night while burning her with his eyes, a man who eyed her with suppressed hostility, who challenged her every movement.

‘I’ve told the police I wasn’t in that shop,’ Charlie complained. ‘They just say, “Come on, now. Why not just admit it?”’

‘They also keep saying things like, “We know what you lads are like,”’ Roscoe said. ‘As though they were all exactly the same. What’s the matter?’

Charlie had suddenly started coughing, but he recovered in a moment. ‘Nothing, nothing,’ he said with the sudden urgent air of someone who wanted to change the subject. ‘Now, where were we?’

He plunged back into serious discussion, talking so sensibly that Pippa’s suspicions were aroused. Only one thing could make Charlie sensible, and that was the need to divert attention. She became sunk in thought and had to be recalled by Roscoe, who was staring at her in astonishment.

‘Just let me catch up with my notes,’ she said hastily. ‘Ah, yes, here-’

She got no further. The door was flung open with a crash and a wild voice said, ‘I’ve got to talk to you.’

Turning, she saw a man of about forty with a haggard face and dishevelled hair. His eyes were bloodshot and he seemed on the verge of collapse.

‘Mr Franton, I gave orders that you were not to be admitted,’ Roscoe said in a hard voice.

‘I know. I’ve been trying to see you for days, but I can’t get in. If I could just talk to you, make you understand-’

‘But I do understand,’ Roscoe interrupted him coldly. ‘You deceived me and a lot of other people, and you very nearly involved this firm in a scandal from which it might never have recovered. I’ve always made it clear that insider trading is something I wouldn’t tolerate.’

Pippa understood. Insider trading meant making a profit by the use of privileged information. If a business was on the verge of bankruptcy but only a few people knew, those people would be sorely tempted to sell their shares while they were still worth something, saving themselves financially while others were ruined. It could even happen that the sudden surge in sales precipitated a collapse that might otherwise have been avoided.

In a stockbroking firm such inside knowledge was common and often misused. A spy could earn a handsome profit by selling it on.

Yet Franton didn’t look like an evil conspirator. He seemed ordinary, slightly pathetic, and Pippa couldn’t help a surge of unwilling sympathy for him.

‘I never meant it to happen the way it did,’ he pleaded.

‘Understand me once and for all,’ Roscoe replied in a hard voice. ‘I care nothing for what you meant. I care only for what you did. And what you did was this. You ignored my specific instructions. You lied. You spread unsubstantiated rumours and caused a false rise in prices that cost a lot of people a lot of money-’

‘Including you.’ Despite his pathos, Franton couldn’t resist a spiteful sneer.

‘Yes, including me, but it’s not the money that counts. It’s my reputation that you’ve damaged and I don’t want to see you on these premises ever again. You’re out, and that’s final.’

‘But I need a job,’ Franton screamed, collapsing again. ‘I’ve got a family to support, debts-look!’

He ran to the window, pointing out to where the snow could now clearly been seen cascading down.

‘Snow,’ he cried. ‘Christmas is coming. What do I tell my children when they don’t get any presents?’

‘Don’t try playing the pathetic card with me,’ Roscoe said coldly. ‘You nearly caused a disaster throughout the financial world, and you did it by dishonesty. If you’ve brought a tragedy on yourself the responsibility is yours.’

‘You heartless swine!’

Roscoe’s face was as stony as his voice. ‘Get out,’ he said, softly threatening. ‘Get out and stay out. You’re finished.’

His last card played, Franton seemed to collapse. Slowly, he backed out, casting one last beseeching look. Roscoe didn’t even see it.

‘Now, perhaps we can finally get on,’ he said, seating himself. ‘Miss Jenson, I have some papers here-’

‘Wait a minute,’ Charlie said. ‘You’re not just going to let him go like that?’

‘He can think himself lucky I’m not doing worse.’

‘But this is Bill Franton-he’s been here for years and he’s a family friend-’

‘Not any more.’

‘Wait,’ Charlie said, dashing out in pursuit.

‘I’m afraid Charlie is too soft for his own good,’ Roscoe said. ‘One day I hope he’ll learn a sense of reality.’

‘Of course insider trading is dishonest and can’t be defended,’ Pippa agreed, ‘but that poor man-’

‘Why do you call him a “poor man”-because you saw his distress? You didn’t see the distress he caused other people, and the much worse distress that was narrowly averted.’

‘I suppose you’re right,’ she sighed.

‘But you don’t really think so, do you? I guess I’ll just have to endure the burden of your disapproval.’

‘It certainly doesn’t bother you.’

‘I’ve met it before and it’s based on sentimentality.’

‘Is it sentimental to say you can attach too much importance to money?’ she demanded indignantly.

There was an ironic humour in his eyes, as though he was enjoying a grim joke at her expense.

‘Not money, Miss Jenson,’ he said. ‘Honesty. That’s where I attach importance. Nowhere else.’

And he was right, she thought furiously. He was beyond criticism, totally honest, upright, honourable, incorruptible. And merciless.

‘Ah, Charlie, there you are.’ Roscoe sounded coolly collected at the sight of his brother. The last few minutes might never have been.

‘Roscoe-’

‘Come and sit down.’

‘But Franton-’

‘The subject is closed.’ Roscoe’s voice was final and Pippa shivered.

She made a mental note not to get on his wrong side, but reckoned that was probably easier said than done.

Then she pushed all other thoughts aside to concentrate on the case, but now that was hard because something was causing Charlie to become uncommunicative, as though protecting a secret. When his secretary looked in, saying, ‘That call has come,’ he vanished at once.

‘How do you think it’s going?’ Roscoe asked her.

‘I think there are problems. He’s holding something back.’

‘You amaze me. Last night he didn’t seem to be holding anything back. You’re doing brilliantly, as I expected.’

‘That’s why you came along, to keep watch, is it? To make sure I didn’t lead Charlie along the wrong path?’

‘Are you angry with me?’

‘I suppose I might be. I can’t think why.’

She spoke ironically, but there was truth as well. Beneath the polite surface, this meeting seethed with undercurrents of mistrust. The visit to Roscoe’s home had left her feeling more kindly to him, but last night had reversed that. Now she remembered the awkwardness on which their relationship was based and she couldn’t wait to get away from him.

‘Maybe I’m not managing this very successfully,’ he said, ‘but it’s a new situation for me too.’

‘You mean you don’t hire women for romantic relationships every day? You amaze me. I thought you were an old hand.’

‘All right, attack me if you wish. You’re angry about last night, and perhaps you have reason, but I only wanted to…to study the situation.’

‘You wanted to find out if you were getting what you paid for. Or if Charlie was getting what you paid for.’

‘Stop it!’ Roscoe snapped, suddenly finding his nerves fraying. ‘Don’t talk like that.’

‘I’ll talk as I like. It’s been “like that” ever since you hired me. Well, I don’t sleep with the men I date. None of them. Sorry to disappoint you.’

‘How dare you say that?’ he raged.

Far from disappointing him, Pippa’s words gave him a surge of joy so intense it was almost frightening. Until now, he hadn’t known how much it mattered. But the discovery left him more confused, even more angry. He wanted to roar up to the heavens.

‘Don’t ever say anything like that,’ he commanded, breathing hard. ‘It wasn’t our bargain, and you have no right to imply that it was.’

‘Maybe not in words, but it’s what you were thinking.’

‘Don’t dare tell me what I’m thinking. You know nothing. Nothing!’

‘Perhaps I know more than you realise.’

‘Pippa, I’m warning you-’

‘Then don’t. What right do you have to warn me? You’re so arrogant, you think you can give orders left, right and centre, but not to me.’

‘I’m arrogant?’ Roscoe snapped. ‘What about you? You assume all men are slavering for you and you despise them accordingly. I only hope one day you’ll meet a man who’s totally indifferent to your charms. It would teach you a lesson.’

‘But surely,’ she said with poisonous sweetness, ‘I’ve met him already-in you. Haven’t I?’

If she’d been easily scared she might have quailed at the look he threw her.

‘You are indifferent to my charms, aren’t you, Roscoe?’

‘Totally!’ he said in a voice of ice.

‘And, since I’m equally indifferent to yours, neither of us has a problem. Just the same, I think it’s time this arrangement came to an end. Another lawyer will suit you better.’

She rose and made for the door, but he was there before her.

‘Don’t be absurd. You can’t just go like this.’

‘So anyone who disagrees with you is absurd? No, I was absurd the day I let myself get embroiled in this. I should have had more sense of self-preservation. Now, please stand aside.’

‘No,’ he said stubbornly. ‘I’m not letting you leave here.’

‘Roscoe, stand aside. I won’t be treated like this.’

Pippa thought he would defy her again, but then his shoulders sagged.

‘All right, I’ll stand aside,’ he said. ‘But I’m going to say something first.’

‘Then get on with it.’

‘Don’t go. Hate me as much as you like, but don’t abandon Charlie, please.’

‘Roscoe-’

‘I’m begging you, do you understand that? Begging.’

His eyes left no doubt that he meant it. They were brilliant, feverish, amazing her so that she couldn’t speak.

‘Well?’ he asked. ‘Do you want me to go down on one knee?’

‘Oh, don’t be ridiculous,’ she said, backing away. ‘Suppose someone came in.’

‘Then they’d see me as never before, and they’d think it was a good laugh. Is that your price? You want me to make a fool of myself, and then you’ll do as I ask? Is that it?’

‘Suppose I said yes?’ she asked. ‘Would you pay the price?’

‘Yes,’ he said simply. ‘Shall I? Go on, you’ve been wanting to take me down a peg since we met. Now’s your chance.’

‘No!’ she exploded. ‘That’s the last thing I’d want. I’m not that kind of harpy.’

‘Then what is your answer? Will you stay?’

‘Yes! Now get back behind your desk and stop talking nonsense.’

He gave her a wry look, but moved away behind the desk.

Suddenly the door came flying open and Charlie stood there. ‘I won!’ he carolled.

‘You don’t mean that three-legged hack came home?’ Roscoe asked ironically, and only Pippa noticed the strain in his voice.

‘Ten to one!’ Charlie yipped joyfully. ‘I made a packet. Hey, I’ll be able to pay you back the money I owe you-well, some of it, anyway.’ He gave Pippa a bear hug. ‘And it’s all due to you. Since you came into my life, everything has gone well. The sun shines, the world is beautiful. Isn’t that so, Roscoe?’

‘Miss Jenson is certainly having a beneficial effect,’ he replied loftily. ‘In fact I was explaining how pleased we are with her efforts when you came in. Now, if you’ll kindly sit down, Charlie, we can return to work.’

Pippa had to give him ten out of ten for a sense of wicked irony. She tried to meet his eyes, perhaps even encourage him to share the joke. But he wasn’t looking at her. The paperwork seemed to absorb him.

The rest of the meeting was conducted with strict propriety, with as few words as possible. Pippa asked questions, made notes and finally rose briskly, declaring, ‘I’ll be in touch when I’ve investigated some more.’

‘Tonight,’ Charlie said eagerly.

‘Tonight I’ve got some boring reception to go to. Don’t be in a rush. I’ll see myself out.’

She escaped.