Chapters (74)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Extract from The Mayfly
‘And you are the brilliant young lady that Priest here has told me so much about,’ Jack replied, letting go of Georgie’s hand and offering her a strained but genuine smile.
Georgie turned to Priest, ‘Should we be . . . ?’
‘You didn’t think I was going to take down a children’s charity without being able to prop it back up again, did you?’ Priest asked, raising an eyebrow. He could see she was starting to catch on.
‘So . . . ?’
‘I first met Priest when this whole affair started,’ Jack offered. ‘We knew that Alexia Elias was bad news but the Board didn’t have any firm evidence to oust her; she had become too powerful.’
‘Because Alexia had set the charity up in the first place, she had made sure that constitutionally her position was safe,’ Priest explained. ‘The Board’s only option was a derivative action to wrestle control from Alexia through the courts.’
‘And for that we needed evidence,’ Jack added. ‘At least, much more evidence than we have currently.’
Georgie pointed at Jack, although it was clearly an inadvertent gesture. ‘So, you’re on our side?’
‘She’s as quick as you described, Priest,’ Jack laughed.
‘What about The Real Byte?’
‘Probably best we don’t think about that too much,’ Priest replied. ‘The Solicitor’s Regulation Authority are unlikely to be impressed, let’s put it that way.’
‘There’s a greater good,’ Jack said, casting her a confidential look. ‘To the outside world, Alexia Elias was a saint. Only a select number of the Board knew what her true colours looked like.’
‘So you knew about the bribes?’ Georgie asked Jack. ‘I thought the charity was supporting Alexia in the libel action.’
‘That’s our official line, yes. There really is no other option. As I say, though, some of us know the truth. That woman has been using the Foundation as her own personal bank for years. I strongly suspect she took the bribes as well, but I can’t prove it. Only Simeon could have done that.’
‘She’d been stealing charity money?’
‘Let’s just say that vast sums of money – and we are talking hundreds of thousands of pounds – over a long period of time have eventually found their way to various trust funds that are in her personal ownership.’
‘But you couldn’t . . . ?’
‘Unseat her, no. As your boss says, legally that would have been very difficult without cogent evidence. The problem is that Alexia is – was – very adept at covering her tracks.’
‘And whenever someone looked like they were thinking about taking a stand, they were paid off,’ added Priest.
‘I’m afraid that the corruption is institutional,’ said Jack sadly. ‘Rotten to the core.’