Marrying Money: Lady Diana's Story by O'Connell Glenys

Author:O'Connell, Glenys [O'Connell, Glenys]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2014-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Honestly, I have nothing against Richard, Mairead's richer –than- Croesus husband. I don’t even object to the fact he made a fortune out of paper products, even though some of our friends have made up cruel names about him because of this.

What I do hate is that he presses against me every time we meet. Talk about a severe case of wandering palms. I'd like to smack him silly but you can't do that to your cousin's husband, even if it is a cousin twice removed and even if he does manufacture disposable diapers and other things one does not mention in polite society.

I really don't know how Mairead puts up with it. I know that she knows. I can see it on her face as I try to edge away from old Velcro Paws. But then I remember Mairead and her chauffeur and think that perhaps she finds comfort in other places, so to speak.

Speaking of the delicious James, I excused myself from Richard's company by claiming a need to visit the toilet. I didn't mention that it was because he made me want to barf. Mairead had given us the grand tour of the house earlier, so I could find my way around easily. When I passed by Richard’s study, I noticed the door was ajar.

I distinctly remembered Mairead saying it was kept locked because Richard had 'confidential business papers' in there. Sally and I had giggled about that later. Was Richard about to astound the world with a new self-cleaning reusable toilet paper? A miracle in environmental friendliness, oh, yes, and definitely to be protected from the voracious industrial spies in the paper products industry.

I knew Richard and Mairead were both back where the main party action was taking place, so I thought I'd peak around the door and see who else was entrusted with a key to the inner sanctum.

“James!” I exclaimed. I wouldn’t expect the chauffeur to have a key to the master's study and its secret documents. The poor man jumped like a scalded cat. As he turned around I think he came close to blushing.

“Oh, Lady Diana?” It was almost a croak. What was wrong with the poor man?

“James, don’t look so shocked, I'm sorry I startled you but I was looking for the bathroom.”

“I was just getting some papers for Mr Ransome, he needs them for a meeting.”

Methinks the man doth protest too much. Judging from the state of Richard, who'd visited the bar a little too frequently, there wouldn’t be a meeting until the hangover let up.

“The bathroom is just down the hall, on the left.”

“Well, thank you for your help. I'm sure Mr Ransome is really lucky to have someone as versatile as yourself.”

I left the room quickly. I'd seen the tiny digital camera he'd tried to keep hidden in his palm. I wondered what that was all that about? Was James trying to steal the secret panty liner plans? Was Mairead in on the secret? Oh, how I looked forward to rehashing this juicy bit of info with Sally, and getting her take on it.

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