When the phone's flatscreen activated, Kendric was sitting on the aft deck of his yacht, the marina forming a bright enticing backdrop, slightly out of focus. The sight of him stiffened her own resolution. He was wearing a lemon-yellow silk shirt, open at the neck, looking supremely relaxed, impenetrably black glasses covering his eyes, just the right amount of stubble shading his chin, emphasising masculinity. It was a calculated pose, she thought, intended to demonstrate the ease with which he moved through life, his authority and influence. The epitome of an international wheeler-dealer.

It was working, too, the effect seeping out through the screen to abrade her own confidence. She gripped the armrests on her chair against the impulse to smooth down her hair. Wishing she'd taken some time to straighten out her own appearance. Her blouse was nothing special, a hundred-and-fifty-pound Malkham, she'd already worn it a couple of times before. She should've worn a Chanel suit.

"Hermione was only saying the other day we don't see enough of you, Julia," Kendric said. "It's such a pity. We're having a party here on the Mirriam tomorrow night, nothing formal. Why don't you come along? A lovely young girl like you ought to involve herself socially. Katerina tells me you don't have many friends. That makes me so sad."

Julia didn't trust herself to speak for a moment. That little cow Kats had told him that! How he and that dyke Hermione must've laughed. God, what else had she told them?

"I'm afraid I'm a very busy person nowadays, Mr. di Girolamo. I'm in industry, you see, not finance. It means I have to work for a living."

"Julia, please. What is all this Mr. di Girolamo? I am Kendric, your friend, your grandfather's friend."

"Bullshit. Grandpa tolerated you. I won't. Don't think I don't know what you're after."

"After, Julia?"

"Ranasfari's project. That's what it was all about, right?"

He smiled a wounded smile. "So much of your late grandfather you have inherited. You are a straight talker. I respect that, Julia. It is a rare commodity. Pleasing in this world of deceit. So in return I too will be a straight talker. You have to tolerate me, or at least my family house. It's in our contract. Unbreakable." The smile hardened. "A profitable arrangement all round."

"I've had my financial division draw up a buyout agreement, your house will be well compensated."

"And you expected our house to agree to this? Julia, you are more naïve than I thought. Multi-billion Eurofranc contracts are not torn up because of schoolgirl temper tantrums."

"You are the house's representative in the consortium. Your family will accept your judgement in this matter."

"And my judgement is no."

"You won't like the alternative."

"Threats, Julia? Has it come to this? And with what will you threaten me?"