CHAPTER ONEShe must be getting old, Kelly thought tiredly as she snapped off the office lights. Time waswhen she had worked well into the eveningand had still left the office with her batteries fullycharged and herbrain working on overdrive, but that had been when she had first started the agency off. Nowthat it was successful she was missing the challenge of those early days.She sighed as she pressed the button for the lift. Her offices were in a prestigious block ownedby one of the major insurancecompanies-clients of hers. The publicity work she had done for them had been so successfulthat she had been able to negotiate a very reasonable rent for the premises.One of the reasons she had had to work late was that she had spent the morning with heraccountant going over the figures for the company's current trading year. Ian Carlisle had beenfull of praise and admiration. The companylooked set to turn in a record profit."And with the sound capital base it's had right from the start, you're in a very good position,Kelly," he had told her.Ian worked for the firm who handled her grandfather's affairs. He had been the one to shockher with the astounding news of her grandfather's wealth, shortly after his death.