Indeed César and Jasper might as well have come from different planets, but César was fond of Jasper, and suddenly grimly aware that the only thing Jasper had ever wanted him to do remained undone and time now seemed to be running out…Ī knock on the door heralded the entrance of his executive assistant, Bruce Gregory. César and Jasper were mental poles apart. He was a true English eccentric, a bachelor bookworm who had made rare butterflies his lifestudy, and the kindest old man imaginable. His thoughts were on Jasper Dysart, who had become his guardian when he was twelve. Formed round a series of stylish atriums embellished with lush greenery and tranquil fountains, the office block César had commissioned to house the London headquarters of the Valverde Mercantile Bank was as elegant and impressive as its owner.īut César was indifferent to his surroundings. Rising restively from behind his desk, César crossed his spacious office-a contemporary triumph of glass and steel, wholly in keeping with a minimalist building much mentioned in architectural digests. Since his godfather was eighty-two, the news should not have come as a shock… CÉSAR replaced the phone, his lean, strong face taut, wide, sensual mouth compressed.
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