‘We were in the lounge,’ Carly revealed. ‘Mr Daniels had been fuming up and down the reception area for an hour before you came in. I’ve never seen anyone that angry before, I thought he was going to explode. What happened?’
She explained the situation to them—after all, she owed it to them to do so, it could affect their job here.
Carly whistled through her teeth. ‘So that was his little girl.’
‘Mm,’ Velvet nodded. ‘She’s a sweet little thing, a bit on the small side for eight, but very bright.’
‘He seems very fond of her.’
‘And no doubt he is,’ she busied herself arranging her napkin. ‘Vicki certainly idolises him.’ That much had been obvious.
‘It’s a bit rough on a child to lose her mother at that age,’ Paul echoed her own sentiments.
Velvet bit her lip. ‘I hope she’s going to be all right, now that Faye’s hurt.’
‘It’s Daniels’ problem,’ Paul dismissed as their meal arrived. ‘Let him deal with it.’
Velvet knew that Jerard Daniels wouldn’t appreciate her concern, anyway. But she couldn’t help worrying. Vicki had so recently lost her mother, and now she had lost what Velvet presumed to be her nanny. Unless Jerard Daniels could be persuaded to forget the incident! After all, what had the poor woman done besides taking the only course of action she could in the circumstances?
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