I am helped on board and led to my cabin by another uniformed member of staff whose name I do not catch. He escorts me up a deck, to a cabin on the portside. It is small but beautifully appointed with its own en suite bathroom, resplendent with gold taps and a miniature jacuzzi bath, which doubles up as a shower. Even though it’s late I cannot resist sitting outside for a few minutes to admire the view on my private balcony. I look across at Monemvassia castle, standing proud in the moonlight, reminding me why I have always loved Greece. But I’m so tired. I step inside, kick off my shoes and collapse onto the bed.

Two hours later at 6 a.m., I’m on the sundeck with Aristos, attending our breakfast meeting. No one else is present. I look across at my client, over freshly brewed coffee, and freshly squeezed orange juice. He has a large egg-shaped belly, a round head and oval eyes. A child could draw him in a series of rugby ball squiggles. His generous smile, brown eyes and flamboyant curls soften his appearance. Whatever the peculiarities of his shape, he has been through enough women – wives and mistresses.

He pours us both a coffee. ‘What did you make of my paperwork?’ he asks.

‘It’s fine. You haven’t got anything to worry about. All above board in each jurisdiction. I just need you to sign the relevant papers and that’s that. I’ll take them back home and post them.’

I stand up and place the papers in front of him, pencil marked where he needs to sign and I need to countersign. It only takes a few minutes. I place them carefully in a folder in my briefcase and sit down opposite him again.

Aristos takes a slug of coffee. ‘Do you hate me for making you come all this way?’

I smile my best smile. ‘Of course not.’

A waitress in a black dress with a white starched apron saunters across the sundeck carrying a silver tray. She leaves a plate of warm vegan bread rolls filled with roast vegetables on the table in front of us.

I am so hungry after my long journey yesterday, I help myself and take one. The bread and roast vegetables are so delicious, they melt in my mouth. ‘When’s your flight back?’ Aristos asks.

‘Not until 10 p.m. this evening. Do you need me to check anything else whilst I’m here?’

‘No.’

‘You haven’t got any new matters coming along that you want me to look at? It has cost you a lot of money to get me here, I ought to make myself useful.’

‘You’ve already been more than useful. Stay on the sundeck, my housekeeper will bring you lunch, and drinks whenever you want. Yanni will take you ashore to meet the car at 17.30 p.m. I have an appointment in town with Maria.’