His face was flushed and his eyes unfocused as he swiped at the screen, already well on his way to being completely and utterly shitfaced. Someone was not going to make it to the dawn breakfast buffet. One less omelette for Gordon to make.

‘What are you talking about?’ I asked. ‘Who’s Carden?’

‘Clive Carden.’ A man with a face like a frog gave me a filthy look. ‘You don’t know who Clive Carden is?’

I replied with a not terribly apologetic shrug.

‘He’s a great man,’ Andrew snorted. ‘He’s a philandrop – a philantop – you know what I mean.’

‘I can’t tell if you’re trying to say philanderer or philanthropist,’ I replied honestly. ‘Are you talking about the man who owns all the newspapers?’

‘I’d say he prefers the term media mogul,’ he said, a shade of suspicion crossing his face. ‘Who also happens to be the head of the Crystal Ball Foundation and if you weren’t on my guest list and you weren’t on his guest list, whose guest list were you on?’

‘Are you going to show me these photos or not?’ I asked, hitting him with my best ‘May I speak to the manager?’ tone. Sometimes we had no choice but to use the only weapons available to us.

He thrust his phone in front of my nose and even though I closed my eyes very quickly, I wasn’t quick enough. It was a photo of a woman. A naked woman in a small, pink room, surrounded by pillows. And the naked woman was Juliette.

This random man had naked photos of Juliette on his phone.

‘Where did you get these?’ I demanded, knocking the phone away from my face.

‘Where does anybody get them?’ he muttered. He scrolled through a whole gallery of photos, smirking as his audience moved in closer for another grubby look. ‘Someone leaked them.’

‘What do you mean “someone leaked them”?’ I asked, very much wishing I could wash out my eyes. ‘You’re saying these are private photos someone shared?’

All five of them burst out laughing, loud, flabby guffaws that echoed around the balcony and rang out over the bay.

‘Not that private,’ Andrew replied. ‘If she didn’t want people to see them, she shouldn’t have taken them in the first place.’

‘Bloody glad she did.’ The froggy man pawed at the phone to get a better look. ‘Never thought that much of her before now, but yes, I would definitely give her a go.’

‘Stop it,’ I cried, a dangerous cocktail of adrenaline and righteous anger rushing through my veins. ‘Stop looking at them, this is extremely gross.’

‘This one isn’t.’ Andrew swiped to the next image and they all cocked their heads to the left at the same time to get a better look. ‘And you calm down, babes, phones get hacked, photos get leaked, it happens all the time.’