cashmere polo-neck which brought out the silver-grey in her eyes and clung to her in all the right places. 'It was too late to make a bolt for it. hoping each passing car might be her master returning, when it wasn't Rupert she slunk back in utter despair. But she didn't want popularity, she wanted power and the freedom to make the programmes she wanted without running to Tony for protection.
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