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daughter, Amy, was a very pretty girl indeed. A New York princess with silky blonde hair (natural), a deceptively innocent face, dreamy turquoise eyes, soft lips, sun-burnished skin, and a slinky body suitable for the front cover of Sports Illustrated if she ever chose to pose–which of course she never would.
    A rich girl, because Nancy Scott-Simon was a double heiress, and at the age of twenty-five Amy was due to inherit a large chunk of the family fortune.
    Amy had grown up privileged, surrounded by nannies and drivers, butlers and bodyguards. She’d attended the finest private schools and vacationed in all the best places. Due to her family’s enormous wealth there’d once been a kidnapping incident. Nancy referred to it as an incident, but Amy remembered the gruelling time she’d spent in captivity at the age of fourteen with horror and dread. For forty-eight hours, after a nightmare trip stuffed into the filthy trunk of a car, she’d been locked, chained and blindfolded in a rat-infested cellar with no bathroom facilities and only a few chunks of dry bread and a bottle of water for sustenance. Not knowing what was about to happen to her next was terrifying. Every moment she spent in captivity was pure torture, especially when one or other of her captors–there were two men and a woman–entered the room and hurled verbal threats and insults her way.
    Her mother had not called the police. Instead, she’d summoned the family lawyer, who’d paid the ransom. But nobody had paid for her humiliation and mental suffering.
    After the ransom was paid, the kidnappers had bundled Amy back into the trunk of the car, and dropped her off in the middle of the night somewhere in Brooklyn. Sobbing hysterically, she’d managed to make a phone call, and the family lawyer’s son had picked her up and delivered her home.
    The trio of kidnappers were never caught. They got away with two million dollars in cash, while she escaped with her life.
    Was it a fair exchange?
    Absolutely not, although Nancy was happy because by not calling in the police or FBI she’d avoided all the nasty headline publicity. It never occured to Nancy that she’d put her daughter’s life at risk, and it certainly never entered her head that Amy might need counselling after her horrifying ordeal.
    ‘It’s over,’ she’d informed Amy in a let’s-never-talk-about-it-again tone of voice. ‘You must forget all about it.’
    But it wasn’t over for Amy, who’d suffered nightmares and flashbacks and a strong overall feeling that nowhere was safe.
    Over the years she’d overcome her fears, and when she’d graduated from college she’d decided to take an independent step and move out of the family townhouse, get a job and live by herself. Nancy objected, but Amy had insisted, until eventually her mother had reluctantly relented.
    After several weeks of looking, she’d scored a job at the high-profile fashion house of Courtenelli, run by the flamboyant, colourful Italian designer, Sofia Courtenelli.
    Landing the job at Courtenelli was a coup. Amy was one of three PR girls, who took care of promotions and publicity and, with her charm, education and appealing looks, she was an instant success.
    Working was a revelation and she loved it. It was fun and exciting, and the big plus was that she got to meet all kinds of people she wouldn’t normally encounter.
    The only downside was the men. They hit on her relentlessly, driving her crazy. Everyone from the male models to the sales team, they all had one thing on their minds–nail little Amy Scott-Simon. After all, she was a major New York heiress, so why not?
    Since Amy wasn’t interested in casual sex, she found it no problem to turn them down. The truth was that she wasn’t into sex, having made up her mind after many sweaty struggles from high school to college that she would save herself for marriage–or, if not marriage, the right man. Someone she could really trust. Plus there was the memory of