Page 49 of Tangled Trust

"Yes, hello, Mrs. Moore. My apologies for keeping you waiting. How can I be of assistance?"

Her voice is professional, and I can hear she’s struggling to talk through a stuffy nose.

"Thank you for calling me back," I say, having had a few minutes to calm down.

"Only a pleasure. I believe you wanted to talk to me about Miss Jones."

"Yes."

"Are you having problems with her?"

"What do you know about her?"

"I vetted her personally. She comes highly recommended. Her testimonials are sterling."

"I see."

"Is something wrong?"

"No. Unfortunately, Mr. Moore didn’t involve me in the Au Pair vetting process, so naturally, I want to do my own background checks on someone who is spending a considerable amount of time with my son," I say, careful not to rock the boat. I can’t have her calling Carter.

"Of course. I can assure you that we are always very careful when it comes to procuring and placing staff. Our reputation depends on it and our clients trust us."

"Very well. Would you be so kind as to email me her details, please, Mrs. Darcy? For my own peace of mind," I ask in a pleasing tone.

"Certainly."

I give her my email address and exchange a few pleasantries to keep the wheels greased. As soon as I receive the email, I make a call to an old detective friend of the family. I think it’s high time that I find out just who and what I’m dealing with.

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"What’s troubling you today, Amanda?"

"Why?"

"You seem agitated."

That’s an understatement. I'm ready to make mince pies out of a slutty Au Pair.

"Of course, I’m agitated. Carter is sleeping with my son’s Au Pair. An Au Pair! Do you have any idea how humiliating that is?"

"How do you know they’re sleeping together?"

"Because I have eyes! A blind man without a stick can see that the two are involved."

"What’s upsetting you about this, Amanda? You and Carter are divorced. He can have a relationship with whomever he pleases."

Honestly! Why am I wasting my money on this stupid bitch?

"She’s my son’s nanny!"

"Is that all that’s upsetting you? Her social status?"

"Of course not. I told you I’m still in love with Carter. Don’t you listen when I tell you stuff?"

"I do listen, Amanda."

I get up and start pacing. Therapy is useless. I don't even know why I bother. This woman isn’t doing anything to help me.

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