“It opens in September
and Tom and Lela have both been invited to attend,” he added casually.
“OK, rewind and start at the beginning. Only this time, I want
names, locations and a damn site more detail,” replied Rachel, not believing
her ears and trying to remain calm.
Ten minutes later, a rather sheepish Donald admitted that at the
end of the conversation with his old friend, he had pretty much accepted the
offer. Also, he had no idea where the school was actually located, other than
it was on one of two islands, cloaked in secrecy and he had absolutely no idea
who else was attending. However, he did confirm that the old friend was Sam Mitcham , the ex-President of the USA and now Chairman of
the school’s Board of Governors. It also transpired that the governors
consisted of retired CEO’s and former statesmen and the school had cost
billions to develop.
Donald was bombarded with numerous questions
which were to be answered before Rachel would entertain any further
discussion about a new school for her babies. Donald may have been the
undisputed king of the boardroom but Rachel was most definitely the undisputed
ruler of the Kennedy household.
With Donald back in his box, Rachel turned her attention to Tom
and Lela.
“What time do your friends arrive for your party?” she asked, as
though the last ten minutes had never happened.
“In about three hours,” replied Tom, still stunned.
Tom and Lela had an interesting set of friends. Their current
school was fairly exclusive, housing both day and boarding pupils. Its
resources ensured it remained top of the academic tables and was the current
school of choice for the children of the most powerful families in the UK.
Tom’s birthday was five weeks into the summer holidays and as
many of Tom and Lela’s school-friends were boarders, they were mostly back home
or on holiday across the four corners of the globe. However, Tom and Lela had
managed to round up a few friends who were within easy reach. The Alba
International corporate jets were put to use and sent to collect two of their
friends from London, three from the South of France and two from Italy.
Between them Tom and Lela had an incredible list of contacts.
They had made friends with the children of some of world’s best
known power brokers. They had built up the list over years of attending
social and sporting events with their parents. Donald would take care of
business while Tom and Lela played with the children. If Donald was struggling to contact somebody, he would quite often ask
Tom or Lela for their home number. Kids swapped home numbers whereas adults
swapped office numbers. They had never let him down. From the US Chairman of
the Joint Chiefs of Staff, to the Australian PM, to the King of Thailand, their
numbers were on their list. Donald was certain that between them, there was
nobody he couldn’t get hold of.
The list of attendees for the birthday party included the British
Prime Minister’s son, the daughter of the American Ambassador to the UK, the
Saudi Ambassador’s son and the children of a number of high
ranking UK government officials. The corporate jets had been despatched
to pick them up that morning and all were due to touch down in Glasgow at 3.30
p.m. They would then board Donald’s helicopter and arrive on the estate at 4.00
p.m. The return journey was planned for each of them the next morning.
“Anything exciting planned?” asked Saki. “Not really, thought
we’d just watch a movie and chill out, unless Lela’s thought of anything else.
Have you?” asked Tom.
“Nope, sounds good to me. Although what movie are we going to
see?” she asked.
“You know, the one just out, we got our copy yesterday.”
“I was worried you’d say that. Last night I tried to read the
cover but we’ve got the version. It’s in German.”
Tom stopped himself from looking at his father. He was in enough
trouble with his mother.
“No problem, we’ll just go to the cinema down