At the Laird's bidding - completed

Chapter Ten

Andrew couldn't be happier, Ana was back to her normal happy self, no more moping around the castle even humming as she started sorting out a desk to work at, in the study. The scotch locked away only brought out when the workload was done. She knew what she was doing, settling in, Jock always at her feet as she went about her work. There was a calm around him, a harmony, and if he had to leave to see to Laird business he knew Ana was there to keep an eye on things and if any emergency popped up she got in contact with him instantly.

She hadn't resigned as yet, asked for extended period of time off without pay. Insisted on it in case things didn't worked out as in her working for him. It did and he will insist she make the final break. It was time for her to realise she belonged here at his side. Maybe it was time to make things more official, more a permanent fixture in their lives. He let her sleep in today because they worked hard into the night over a new project of his in London. Now that he was back he was expanding back here in the UK.

Paper in hand, coffee in his other, he settled down at his desk to flip open the paper to slam down the cup as he stared at a photo of himself and Ana. Heading loud and in ones face. 'Underhanded dealing with Developer Andrew Ross, Laird of the manor.' Unbelieving he read the article, horrified and couldn't believe she could do that to him and here he was thinking of making her his wife. She still blamed him. Storming out of office he fled upstairs and burst into his bedroom where Ana was stirring awake to smile at him. The knife went deeper into his heart. Fuming Andrew tossed the paper at a shocked Ana to sit up and perused the article. "Why Ana, why would you do that!" he roared at her. All colour drained from her face.

"I didn't send it Drew, you have to believe me," she begged confused by the article and where do they get a photo of her and him together under a doona, the picture Andrew had taken on his phone.

"Did you or did you not write it," he hissed.

She nodded. "I didn't send it," she repeated.

He snatched the paper back from her tremblings fingers. "You wrote it that's enough, anyone can hack an email darling." She shook at the way he said that. "I have to go to London and sort this mess out. How could you Ana, just how could you?" The betrayal in his eyes was breaking her heart.

"I was angry at you at the time Drew and that was written weeks ago," she tried to explain to be ignored and he walked out slamming doors. He never slammed doors, she did the slamming. Throwing back the bedding she retrieved her laptop to find her emails to go over to find the one she did on Andrew gone. Feeling sick to her stomach to quickly changed and charged downstairs to outside to find his car gone. She looked around desperately for Malcolm to be told by a very cool distant Molly he was driving Andrew to the airport then going camping for a few days.

"Oh, is there a copy of the paper?" she asked cagily.

"So you can see your handy work. I never saw you as spiteful lassie," she shook her head disappointingly to slam down a paper to have Ana grab and leave. There was no point in saying she wasn't because it was obvious it seemed she was the guilty party. Sighing she went back to her room and read the article carefully to go on line to request a copy of the email, since she had lost her original one. If they can use her name so can she to be sent to print it out and read over scowling. This wasn't what she had written in anger and frustration, it was too nice and not enough bloodies.

She retrieved her phone to ring her Gran, hoping she hadn't read the paper yet. She had and wasn't happy with her telling her off, even it was sent in mistake she had no rights to make it public and she was supposed to delete them shortly after so this kind of thing never happened. "But Gran I didn't write it, not this version anyway and would never send any of them. The one I did on Drew is gone and so is he. Gran he is so angry with me."