“I appreciate your accommodation,” Stefan Cassadine replied urbanely into the phone. “Two days from now will be fine.” He made a notation on the pad on his desk. “No, there will be only myself and Miss Jensen and the obligatory witnesses.” Stefan continued to write. “Of course. And once again, you have my thanks.”
Stefan slowly replaced the receiver and stared at the notations on his planner. In two days he would realize a goal he had begun to think was not possible. If she did not waver. Or have second thoughts.
The possibility of such an occurrence left him disturbed. Stefan stood abruptly and began to move aimlessly about the room. As he paced, he reviewed his plans for the days to come. Nothing could be left to chance. Stefan had to remain at least one step ahead of her if there was any hope for him to achieve his goal.
With a start he found himself standing before the large study window. Stefan looked down to see groups of men briskly going about their tasks. From his position high in Wyndemere, he watched them carry out his orders. They moved with precision and an economy of movement.
Footsteps behind him drew Stefan’s attention. He turned and addressed the waiting servant. “Is it done?”
“Yes, Master Stefan,” the longtime retainer replied. “It has been taken care of to your satisfaction. I have seen to it personally.”
“Very good, Jozef.” Fondly, Stefan patted the old man on the shoulder. He had been with the family since Stefan was a young boy. Throughout all the years his loyalty to and devotion for Helena’s younger son had never wavered. As a result, there would always be a place for him in Stefan’s employ. “That will be all.”
Stefan thought about all he had arranged within the last few hours. Though the actions pleased him greatly, he had no doubt that he would be alone in his feelings. It was fair to say that she would not be pleased.
