The Mistress Purchase (2 page)

“H
UBBLE
bubble toil and trouble.”

Sadie grinned as she met the teasing look her best friend Mary gave her as she stepped into the workroom where Sadie distilled the ingredients of her perfumes.

‘Mmm…What a wonderful smell!' Mary exclaimed enthusiastically.

Sadie's smile widened. ‘It's a special personal order I'm doing.'

‘For someone famous? Who?' Mary pounced.

Sadie shook her head and laughed.

‘You know I can't tell you that. It's a matter of client confidentiality.'

‘Mmm…well, since the press got wind of the fact that a certain very, very famous singer has asked you to design a special signature scent for her, I can only assume…'

‘Don't ask me any more questions about it,' Sadie begged fervently. Her smile changing to a look of concern. No doubt other people in her position would have welcomed the publicity she had received when it had become public knowledge that she had been asked to design the singer's perfume, but Sadie valued her privacy and her anonymity. And besides…

‘I take it that you're still going to France?' Mary asked her.

Sadie's frown deepened.

‘I don't have any real choice,' she admitted tersely, ‘Raoul is making it impossible for me not to go. He's
determined to sell the business to this Greek billionaire who wants to add it to his luxury goods consortium…'

‘Leoneadis Stapinopolous, you mean?'

‘Yes,' Sadie agreed even more shortly. ‘Or the Greek Destroyer, as I call him!'

‘Destroyer?' Mary shook her head. ‘You really don't like him, do you?'

‘I certainly don't like what he's planning to do to Francine!' Sadie told her fiercely.

‘Well, by all accounts he's a very shrewd operator,' Mary allowed. ‘The consortium he heads is worth billions, and since he took on that new designer to redesign the women's wear side of his acquisitions…well, there isn't a woman going who doesn't secretly yearn for a little something with their label on it.'

‘No?' Sadie gave her a grim look. ‘Well, I certainly don't.' When she saw her friend's face, she protested, ‘Mary, he doesn't just want to buy the perfume house, he wants to buy the rights to the perfume my grandmother left to me as well…. Raoul is trying to pressurise me into selling it, but there is no way I am going to. That perfume was designed by my great-grandfather for my great-grandmother. He only allowed a handful of clients to have the perfume. My grandmother left the secret of its make-up to me because she knew that I would protect it! The whole reason she quarrelled with her brother was because he wanted to do exactly what Raoul wants to do now.'

‘So don't go to France, then!' Mary told her forthrightly.

‘I have to. I own thirty per cent of the business, and there's no way I'm going to let Raoul sell it to this…this…Greek…'

‘Sex god?' Mary supplied helpfully, with a gleam in her eyes.

‘Sex god?' Sadie queried disapprovingly.

‘Haven't you seen his photo in the financial press?'

When Sadie shook her head Mary grinned.

‘Wow, is he something else! His great-grandparents were Greek, and they settled in Australia as a young couple.'

‘You seem to know a lot about him,' Sadie challenged her.

‘Like I just said, he's a very sexy man—and I'm a sexy-man-hungry woman!' Mary grinned. ‘Speaking of which, you are crazy, you know, hiding yourself away down here in Pembroke when you could be living the high life in Paris and Cannes—not to mention flying here, there and everywhere mixing powerfully potent perfumes for your celeb clients. How does Raoul feel about your business, by the way?' she asked.

‘Francine no longer makes one-off perfumes to order,' Sadie responded, ‘so there is no conflict of interest there. But…'

When she paused, Mary urged her to continue. ‘But?'

Sadie gave a small sigh.

‘Well, Raoul is pressing me to produce a new perfume. The one he tricked me into wearing at the trade fair was one of his late father's “mistakes”. Grandmère always said her brother did not have a “nose”, and her nephew seems to lack one also! Now he wants me to create a new perfume for Francine.'

‘But you don't want to?' Mary guessed.

Sadie gave an exasperated sigh.

‘I do want to. I want to very much. In fact it would be a dream come true for me to create a new Francine perfume. But…' Sadie lifted her hands expressively.

‘As you know, my perfumes come from wholly natural materials, and are made in a traditional way, whereas Raoul favours modern procedures and chemically manufactured products. And it's not just that! I just hope that I can persuade him not to go ahead with this sale, Mary. Raoul is the majority shareholder, of course, but we are one of the last few remaining traditional perfume houses, and to sell our birthright for—'

‘A mess of pottage?' Mary interrupted obligingly, tongue in cheek.

‘I just don't want to sell the business to this Greek billionaire, and I have said as much to Raoul.'

‘Mmm. All this talk of potions and lotions reminds me—how about mixing up a little something special and man-attracting for me?'

‘I make perfume, not magic potions,' Sadie reminded her sternly.

Mary gave her a wicked look.

‘Same thing, isn't it?' Her expression changed when she saw how sombre Sadie was looking. ‘Something else is worrying you, isn't it?' she guessed.

Sadie frowned.

‘Everything is so complicated, Mary. As it stands now Francine is worth very little in financial terms. The business is almost all dried up, and the staff are mainly freelancers. In reality all that is left is the name. And it is the name that this Greek Destroyer wants to buy.'

‘Just the name?'

‘I don't know! Raoul rang me last night and told me that he has informed Leoneadis Stapinopolous that I am working on a new scent, and that my scent and my skills will be part of the deal. I told him that he had no right to say any such thing. I am a minor shareholder in Francine, that is all. I do not work for the house!'

Angrily Sadie paced the floor.

‘Raoul accused me of being deliberately difficult and of not realising what a wonderful opportunity this sale is. But an opportunity for what, Mary? Granted, it will give us both a considerable sum of money—especially Raoul, since he is the majority shareholder. But it will destroy the true essence of Francine and I just cannot agree to that. Never mind create a new scent. Raoul is putting so much pressure on me, though…'

She gave Mary a wry smile. ‘If I do what Raoul wants me to do I shall be selling my birthright and my creative soul! Raoul reminded me last night that I was very fortunate to have been left the formula for Francine's most famous perfume by my grandmother. In actual fact he made me feel a little bit guilty about it, Mary.'

‘Guilty? You? What on earth have you to feel guilty about?' Mary demanded robustly. ‘Sadie, I know strictly speaking it is none of my business, but we have been friends for a long time and I just think that you should perhaps be a little bit cautious where your cousin is concerned,' she added forthrightly.

 

Sadie smiled in pleasure as she stepped into the foyer of her hotel. She had booked it on the recommendation of a client, who had raved about it to her, and now she could see why!

Although its location in Mougins meant that it was some distance away from Grasse, which was where the tall narrow house which was home to both the business headquarters and her cousin Raoul were situated, Sadie did not mind.

The hotel-cum-spa was the kind of place she loved—it was a positive haven of tranquillity and charm, unlike the glitzy Cannes hotels favoured by Raoul, who had
been openly angry and bitter when he had told Sadie how much he resented the fact that the Paris premises the family had once owned were no longer in their possession.

‘Why the hell did our great-grandfather choose to sell the Paris house and retain the one in Grasse? When I think what that Paris place would have been worth now!'

Sadie had said nothing. Her own grandmother had told her that the elegant family apartment and shop the family had originally owned in the capital had had to be sold in order to pay off her brother's gambling debts, and Sadie had no desire to reopen old family wounds!

She had booked into her hotel for the whole week, having decided to combine her business meeting with Raoul with visits to the flower-growers in the area from whom she sourced some of her supplies of natural ingredients for the perfumes she made.

As she checked in and signed the visitors' book Sadie hid a small smile as she saw the elegant French woman behind the reception desk sniff discreetly in her direction. The perfume Sadie was wearing was unique, and one she had steadfastly refused to supply to anyone else, no matter how much they pleaded with her to do so.

It was based on the original secret recipe her grandmother had left her, but with a subtle addition that was Sadie's own, which lightened its original heaviness just enough to make sure that it wasn't in any way oppressive and at the same time enhanced and echoed the scent of Sadie's own skin. It was Sadie's own favourite creation, her very personal signature scent, and she knew without false vanity that it was a perfume that—if she had wished to—she could have sold over and over again.

In its bottle the perfume always reminded her of her
grandmother; on her own body it was entirely and uniquely her.

The instructions she was given by the hotel receptionist took her to a low complex of rooms separate from the main building, set close to the adjoining spa block.

Her room itself was everything she had hoped it would be—luxuriously comfortable, elegantly simple and totally peaceful and private.

She had just enough time to unpack and change before she had to make her way to Grasse to meet Raoul, so that they could talk through her objections to his plans to sell the business to Leoneadis Stapinopolous—or the Greek Destroyer. Her mouth curled a little disdainfully as she reflected on the billionaire's motives for wanting to acquire Francine.

He would no doubt have seen that several of his competitors in the high-stratosphere business world they all occupied had already recognised the financial advantages that came with marketing a successful perfume—especially in today's climate, when so many women wanted to follow the example of actresses and models who had expressed their preference not for a modern perfume but instead for one of the rare and exclusive signature perfumes of the traditional perfume houses.

Her disdain changed to a frown, and she paused in the act of pulling on a comfortable pair of jeans. Formal business clothes were not really her thing, and after all this was not a formal business meeting, simply a discussion with her cousin and co-shareholder.

Francine had once produced some of the most coveted scents of its time, but Sadie knew that her grandmother's brother—Raoul's grandfather—had sold off the rights to virtually all of those scents, using the money to finance
a series of disastrous business ventures and settle his gambling debts.

Today the only scents of any note Francine still produced were an old-fashioned lavender water and a ‘gentleman's' pomade—neither of which, in her opinion, did the name of Francine any favours. For Sadie, the fascination and inspiration of working with old scent was in sourcing the necessary raw materials—some of which were no longer available to modern-day perfume makers, for reasons of ecology and for reasons of economy, in that many of those who grew the flowers needed for their work had switched from traditional to modern methods of doing so.

Sadie considered herself very fortunate in having found a family close to Grasse who not only still grew roses and jasmine for the perfume industry in the old-fashioned labour-intensive way, but who also operated their own traditional distillery. The Lafount family produced rose absolute and jasmine absolute of the highest quality, and Sadie knew she was very privileged to be able to buy her raw materials from them.

Both in their seventies now, Pierre Lafount and his brother Henri actually remembered her own grandmother, and delighted Sadie with their stories of how they could remember seeing her when she had visited the growing fields and the distillery with her own father. The Lafount family's rose and jasmine absolutes were highly sought after, and Sadie knew that it was primarily because of their affection for her grandmother that they allowed her to buy from them in such small quantities.

‘Virtually all that we produce is pre-sold under contract to certain long-standing customers,' they had told Sadie—from which she had understood that those customers would be the most famous and respected of the
established perfume houses. ‘But there is a little to spare and we shall make that available to you,' they had added magnanimously

Raoul, typically, had laughed at Sadie for what he called her sentimentality.

‘You're crazy,' he had said to her, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘Paying heaven alone knows what for their stuff, when it can be manufactured in a lab at a fraction of the cost.'