Chapter 82

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"Miss York? Mr Spencer is here to see you and won't leave until he does," said a very nervous Miss Tiel as she closed the door behind her.

"I am busy. Get rid of him."

"I can't. He followed me and is in the hallway, probably listening at the door as we speak!"

Arianrhod groaned. "What does he want? We had a meeting only a couple of days ago and all was well."

"When I asked him Miss York, he told me it was a private and delicate matter, that was none of my business."

"Did he now?" Arianrhod raised an eyebrow and felt annoyed.

"So what should I do Miss York?"

She sighed, "Let him in. Nothing else you can do under the circumstances. Thank you for trying Miss Tiel."

Miss Tiel opened the door and revealed Mr Spencer standing quite close to the door, indicating that he had in fact overheard the two in discussion.

"Miss York is ready to see you now, Mr Spencer."

He wore a smirk as he strolled past her and responded, "I knew you could pursuade her."

Arianrhod was quite displeased and said quite rudely, "What do you want? What couldn't wait?"

He pulled an envelope out of his suit and passed it to her.

"I think a million would be a good way to keep me quiet."

She opened the envelope, her face draining of colour. Was everyone in the business of blackmail these days? As she pulled the pictures out she laughed. They were merely of her and Frank talking at their vehicles. There was no way he could peg anything on her with these!

"A million for what? Talking to a friend?"

He shuffled uncomfortably in his chair. Mr Spencer did not envision this going this way.

"I'll tell everyone about your sick little habit!"

Arianrhod laughed, "I'm sorry? How did you come by these if you didn't share my "sick little habit" Mr Spencer? Look, I will forget you walked in here and tried to blackmail me and you will walk out of here and never speak a word of this. You see, Mr Spencer, I CAN get you for blackmail. Would you like me to call the police or my lawyer?"

He shook his head and stood shakily, then left a much more quiet man.

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