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DAISY STORIES - The Oak
by Crystal Jones © 1995-2007

Chapter 6

“Please give me a glass of water, Miss Hamilton.” The Russian drank thirstily. “Valentina must have suffered a lot, but she could have told me. Many girls have made the same mistake.”

Mr. Zubkov thought for a few moments. “I will be frank with you yet again Miss Hamilton. I imagined the worst, that she had met a much younger man,” Mr. Zubkov looked down at his clothes, “an attractive and smarter man.” He cleared his throat, “What happened before my wife and I met, has nothing to do with me. I am willing to help her in any way, now and always. I will tell her this one day.”
“But I hope you are not going to tell her you employed a private detective to spy on her...”

“No, certainly not, Miss Hamilton. I will say nothing to my wife until she comes and confides in me. I know my appearance and manner is rather imposing but I’m a little different to what people would imagine.”
Daisy was quite moved.
“Thank you Miss Hamilton, I will always remember your kindness.” The oak took Daisy’s hand and kissed it, then disappeared out into the darkness of the night.

Months later, Daisy was sorting through society magazines trying to find out more about a new client of hers, when she came across an article about a magnificent reception given by the Russian embassy and a list of illustrious guests. One guest in particular Daisy found very interesting: Lord Paul Valentine Fitzgerald. There was also a picture of Mr. and Mrs. Zubkov smiling and talking to the young green-eyed Lord.

THE END

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