‘Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m going to meet Gavin,’ she says, fanning herself with a menu.

‘Risky, do I need to worry about you getting overexcited?’

‘No, no boss, I’ll be OK. I probably won’t be able to get a single word out. Gavin fucking Riley. My mother is going to have kittens, she’s obsessed,’ she says, beginning to perspire.

‘He seems nice enough,’ I say, calmly. I’ve met Gavin a few times now. He’s very handsome. Charming. Everything you would expect from a young, hot millionaire businessman from perfect stock. He’s definitely got a glint in his eye, which is a little suspicious, I think.

‘Poor Gavin,’ Risky says, calming a little, talking like he is an old friend.

‘Poor Gavin? For his business genius, perfect wife and couple of hundred million?’ I ask facetiously. Risky’s need to sympathise with everyone on the planet is really perplexing sometimes.

‘No, poor him for all that sex stuff.’

Ah, she is referring to the enormous sex scandal he was involved in a few years back. Totally guilty, I think.

‘That woman had clearly made up the whole thing,’ she says, stepping down from her feminist pedestal for just a minute. ‘As if he’d shag her with a champagne bottle. So clichéd and fake. Lauren handled it amazingly, she stood by her man. They must be so strong as a couple. Getting through something like that. I mean, I’m always for believing women, obviously. But she was so blatantly lying.’

‘Or maybe he did it?’ I suggest, daring to fuel her fire.

‘Beth, Gavin donated three million pounds to a women’s refuge charity last year. Plus, he just paid for a girls’ only soccer school. Not to mention the way he sacked his old CEO publicly when an employee accused him of sexual misconduct. He put out a statement saying his company, and him, have a zero-tolerance policy when it comes to sexual harassment. Gavin Riley is more of a feminist than most feminists, there’s no way he’d cheat on his wife by sticking a champagne bottle up some slapper’s fanny.’

Turns out women supporting women is really hard when hot rich men get in the way. I keep that to myself.

‘OK, have we got everything we need for the meeting? You have their file?’

‘Check!’ she says, pulling it out of her bag.

‘You have some self-control?’