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HIS royal highness, Prince Jasim bin Hamid al Rais, frowned when his aide told him that his brotherâs wife was waiting to see him. âYou should have told me that the Princess was here. My family always have first call on my time,â he admonished.
Jasim was renowned in financial circles for the astute speed and strategy he utilised in the pursuit of profit in the Rais international business empire, and his employees had a healthy respect for their chairman. He was a tough employer who set high standards and accepted nothing less than excellence. His natural survival skills were honed to a fine cutting edge by a challenging family and palace politics. He was a tall, powerfully built man in his early thirties and he was possessed of a degree of dark, devastating good looks and potent masculinity that women found irresistible.
His French-born sister-in-law, Yaminah, was a small, rather homely brunette with a strained set to her rounded face that warned him that she was struggling to control her emotions. Jasim greeted the older woman with warmth and concern. To see her he was keeping a government minister waiting, but his smooth sophistication was more than equal to the task of hiding that fact and he ordered refreshments and asked her to sit down as if time were of no object.
âAre you comfortable at Woodrow Court?â His elder brother, Crown Prince Murad, and his family were currently using Jasimâs country house in Kent while they had a brand new English property built to order nearby.
âOh, yes. Itâs a wonderful house and we are being very well looked after,â Yaminah rushed to assure him. âBut we never meant to put you out of your own home, Jasim. Wonât you come down this weekend?â
âOf course, if you would like me to but, believe me, I am very comfortable in my town house. It is not a sacrifice to stay in the city,â Jasim responded. âBut that is not why you are here to see me, is it? I believe something may be troubling you?â
Yaminah compressed her lips, her anxious brown gaze suddenly flooding with tears. With an exclamation of embarrassment and a choked apology, she drew out a tissue and mopped at her overflowing eyes. âI shouldnât be bothering you with this, Jasimââ
Jasim sat down in the sofa opposite her in an effort to make the older woman feel more at ease. âYou have never bothered me in your life,â he reproved her. âWhy are you worrying about such a thing?â
Yaminah breathed in slow and deep. âItâsâ¦itâs our nanny.â
His dark brows drew together in a satiric quirk that questioned her tragic tone of voice. âIf the nanny my staff engaged to take care of my niece is not to your liking, sack her.â
âIf only it were so simpleâ¦âYaminah sighed, shredding the tissue between her restless hands and staring down at it. âShe is an excellent nanny and Zahrah is very fond of her. Iâm afraid that the problem isâ¦Murad.â
Jasim immediately became very still. His self-discipline was absolute and his lean, strong face betrayed nothing of his exasperation. His brother had always been a womaniser and his lifestyle had got him into trouble more than once. Such a weakness was a dangerous flaw in the future ruler of a small oil-rich and very conservative country like Quaram. Even worse, if Murad was targeting a member of his household right beneath his loyal and loving wifeâs nose his behaviour had reached a new inexcusable low in his brotherâs opinion.
âI cannot sack the girl. It would infuriate Murad if I was to interfere. At present I believe it is only a flirtation but she is a very beautiful girl, Jasim,â his sister-in-law murmured shakily. âIf she leaves our employ it will only drive the affair out into the open and, you know, Murad really cannot afford to be involved in another scandal.â