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Larry was feeling proud of himself. Even for someone of his legendary guile and underhandedness, his plan to bring Fabio Martelli and his lovely new girlfriend to heel on Matt’s behalf had come together nicely. A few hours of research, a few calls to some well-placed sources, and Larry had found out enough about Martelli’s business affairs to write his biography. The playboy – Larry scoffed at the term; it was the sort of label they stuck on any Eurotrash with a yacht these days – had made his money in New York nightclubs in the eighties, shifting into the hotel business in the nineties, and now he had a string of boutique bolt-holes around the globe; the Miami Beach Martelli had just opened to great acclaim. But that was just Fabio’s bread-and-butter business. Clearly his ambition stretched way beyond fluffy robes and pillow mints. He had spent the last five years planning, financing and doing the groundwork for a vast billion-dollar leisure development in Dubai that would make the Vegas casinos look like seaside arcades. Larry had seen the 3D computer plans of the site, and he could tell immediately that it was a fantastic, ambitious and risky development – but it was a development that was about to hit the skids if Fabio Martelli didn’t play ball.

Sitting in the bar at the One Aldwych hotel, Larry looked at his watch. He was early for the meeting, and he certainly didn’t expect Fabio to arrive on time. People like that never did; it was all part of their ‘so busy and important, had to take a call from the Queen’ bullshit image. Glancing around to make sure he wasn’t overlooked, Larry picked up the manila envelope in front of him and pulled out the photographs inside. He almost laughed out loud. Fabio’s mahogany tan would turn white when he saw these babies. Sheryl Battenburg’s photos had been invaluable for Larry?

?s investigation – who Fabio’s friends were, what sort of women he invited to his yacht, the sex and the drugs – but on their own, they did very little, and certainly didn’t give Larry the leverage he needed. So Larry did what he had always done in such situations: he gave them a little helping hand. He had visited an old drinking buddy called Porno Kev, who just happened to work in the adult film industry. Kev had taken Sheryl’s shots and, via the magic of computer manipulation, had overlaid them with hardcore images he had taken with models. Kev truly was an artist, thought Larry, putting the photos back into the envelope. No one would be able to tell; they looked like one set of photos all taken at an orgy on a yacht. Crucially, Larry knew that Fabio wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. He would assume someone had leaked real shots from his White Party and would know this spelled disaster for his development in Dubai. All foreign development in the emirate was controlled by Dubai World, a holding company owned by Dubai’s strictly Islamic government. They would not react well to the revelation that Fabio Martelli held such parties.

Larry sat back and took a sip of his whisky. He knew he shouldn’t be drinking it, but he’d watered it down with ice, so it wasn’t a real spirit, was it? More like a cocktail, really.

He realised how much he’d missed this: the drama of meeting powerful men in bars, cutting deals, power-broking, manoeuvring to gain advantage. Wasn’t that the definition of politics? The effective use of power?

Well today, he held all the cards. The choice for Fabio would be simple: abort his plan to move Kim and Oliver to Miami or give up on his dream to rake in billions in the Gulf. Larry was confident which way he would jump. He had met countless men like Fabio before, and knew that women like Kim Collier didn’t matter half as much to them as their global enterprises.

Just then, his mobile began to chirp and he snatched it up, half expecting it to be Fabio’s PA saying he was going to be ten minutes late.

‘Hey, Dad,’ said a familiar voice.

‘Matty?’ frowned Larry. They had not spoken for almost a fortnight. Larry was immediately alarmed. ‘Is everything okay?’

‘Yes, yes,’ said Matthew cautiously. ‘I just wanted to clear the air since the outburst the other night.’

‘Well I was about to call you,’ Larry said guiltily.

‘I also wanted to say thank you,’ added his son.

‘Thank you? Whatever for?’

‘For telling me to think outside the box.’

‘I thought you didn’t listen to a word your old man said?’

‘Well he’s right about some things. Sometimes you don’t need to use the law. Kim Collier just called me to say she’s not going to take Oliver out to Miami after all.’

‘What the hell happened?’ asked Larry, stunned. ‘What did you have to do?’

‘I just appealed to her better judgement. I found her when she was on her own and we had a long talk. I told her about my relationship with you. How a son needs his dad, all that stuff.’

‘And that worked?’ said Larry.

‘Apparently so. She loves her son, and I think somewhere deep down she knows that moving across the Atlantic, uprooting her life to be the trophy girlfriend of a well-known philanderer, might not be the best move.’

‘Wow,’ said Larry quietly. He looked down at the brown envelope in front of him. Suddenly it felt grubby in his hand.

‘You sound surprised.’

‘No, no. Not at all,’ he said, picking up the envelope. ‘I always had faith in you.’ There was an awkward pause.

‘How about we try again? Another night. Another pub supper. No arguments this time.’

Larry felt a wide grin uncurl across his face.

‘How about my place? Thursday night. I believe it’s the best boozer in town.’

He hung up, then rang Fabio’s PA.

‘Sorry, my love,’ he said. ‘Just had a call from the Queen, needs her will changing. Tell Fabio I’ll call to reschedule.’

He paid his bar bill and left the hotel, filling his lungs with the London street fumes as if it was mountain air. Spotting a rubbish bin on the Strand, he dropped the envelope in with a satisfying thud, then walked away, a spring in his step. And his supper date with Matt on Thursday made him feel even better. Somehow it was more of a real step forward even than his phone call to offer him the partnership.

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