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* '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 9]] | * '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 9]] | ||
* '''Year''': 1977 | * '''Year''': 1977 | ||
"Who sent you to spy on me?" Jeanne's eyes widened in astonishment as her employer's face turned livid. "I demand an answer, some names," he raged. "I know you're out to destroy me." Stunned by his accusation, Jeanne felt her fear of this man growing. They were alone in his office. It was late at night. Bruno Grandmont was acting like a madman. She cringed before him. The incredible possibility dawned on her. Perhaps the most famous lawyer in Paris was a madman. Furtively she glanced toward the door. It was locked. | "Who sent you to spy on me?" Jeanne's eyes widened in astonishment as her employer's face turned livid. "I demand an answer, some names," he raged. "I know you're out to destroy me." Stunned by his accusation, Jeanne felt her fear of this man growing. They were alone in his office. It was late at night. Bruno Grandmont was acting like a madman. She cringed before him. The incredible possibility dawned on her. Perhaps the most famous lawyer in Paris was a madman. Furtively she glanced toward the door. It was locked. | ||
Revision as of 21:48, 5 August 2007
- Author: Claudette Jauniere
- Publisher: Harlequin Mystique # 9
- Year: 1977
"Who sent you to spy on me?" Jeanne's eyes widened in astonishment as her employer's face turned livid. "I demand an answer, some names," he raged. "I know you're out to destroy me." Stunned by his accusation, Jeanne felt her fear of this man growing. They were alone in his office. It was late at night. Bruno Grandmont was acting like a madman. She cringed before him. The incredible possibility dawned on her. Perhaps the most famous lawyer in Paris was a madman. Furtively she glanced toward the door. It was locked.
