AS MATURE AND GROWN-UP AND (mostly) over it as I’d been at Miles’s wedding, the drive home was by far the best part of the evening. Now that I was no longer feeling the pressure to be supportive of my dickhead ex and his child bride, I could join in with Oliver in mocking their vows (we get it, you like each other), their choice of venue (we get it, you’re unconventional), and the guest list (we get it, you know a lot of artsy people and rich bastards).

Although that did make me feel a bit bad in retrospect when, two days later, JoJo showed up at my office.

“Chap to see you,” explained Alex. “I mean, I say ‘chap,’ but he is wearing rather a lot of makeup and, well, one’s supposed to be sensitive about these things, isn’t one?”

The list of people it could have been was very short, not that I had any idea what JoJo Ryan was doing at CRAPP. “If it is who I think it is, Alex, then you’re good. He’s a chap.”

“Pleased to hear it. Wouldn’t want to call a chap a chap when a chap was actually a chapess. Fearfully bad form to go around mis-chapping chaps, isn’t it?”

“Oh, fearfully,” I told him and went through to see what the hell was going on.

Unfortunately, Rhys Jones Bowen had got there first.

“Hello,” he was saying, directing his phone at himself and JoJo, “don’t be alarmed, I’m just making some content for our social media. Perhaps you’d like to tell the Rhystocrats who you are and why you’re visiting Cee-Arr-Ay-Pee-Pee today.”

JoJo looked a little perplexed but more patient than I think I would have been under the circumstances. “I’m JoJo Ryan.” He gave a camera-ready smile. “And I’ve come to speak to somebody who works here.”

“I work here,” offered Rhys. “How about speaking to me?”

“No, I mean a specific somebody.”

“Ah, how about me?” asked Alex. “I’m pretty specific.”

I got the slow, creeping sense that this was going to turn into one of those work moments. “Alex, you know he’s here to see me. He already told you.”

“Might have changed his mind,” Alex pointed out. “Fellow can, you know.”

“Alex, you don’t even know who this guy is.”

That made Alex do his indignant face. “Yes I do. He’s JoJo Ryan.”

“Who is?” I prompted.

“Who is here to see somebody who works for CRAPP, and frankly, Luc, I think it’s very selfish of you to want to keep our visitor all to yourself.”

Rhys looked around from his phone. Apparently, the chat had been updating him. “According to the Rhysocrats, JoJo Ryan is some kind of You Tuber.” Grinning, he extended a hand. “Lovely to meet you, JoJo. Always nice to meet a fellow influencer.”