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At ten forty-five Ava wheeled the trolley into the conference room, where a formidably tall man was speaking to the staff surrounding the long table.

His voice had a mellifluous accent that was instantly recognisable and familiar to her ears: Italian. As his audience shifted in their seats with collective relief at the forecast, Ava poured the boss’s coffee with a shaking hand. Black, two sugars, according to the list.

It could not be Vito, her dazed mind was telling her. It could not possibly be Vito. Fate could not have served her up a job in a company run by the man whom she had most injured. And yet she knew Vito’s voice—the dark, deep drawl laced with a lilt over certain vowel sounds that used to make her tummy flip as if she was on a rollercoaster.

She did not dare look—would not allow herself to look as she walked down the side of the room to serve the boss first …