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the keys start to vibrate, they need to make their way to the lifts that are activated by their cards. They’re programmed to take them to the right floor and will recognise them and their time slot. Members have thirty minutes in total to get into the room. When the vibration on their key increases, that’s their fifteen-minute countdown, but most are normally in the room and seated.”
    The million pound Elysian fee was to cover the extensive vetting costs, the complex legally binding confidentiality agreements and the in-house professional security. Running costs to conceal his members’ identities did not come cheap.
    His members could be reassured their interests and privacy would be well protected. No media leak or exposés; Benedict had made sure of it and remained ever vigilant.
    The special guest in question was already looking forward to visiting The Braille Club. Although recommended by a friend, he would not go into details. No matter how hard pressed, the information was not revealed.
    Although difficult to arrange, things finally seemed to be moving in the right direction. The bodyguards were an issue, but where there’s a will, there’s a way.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
     
    THE BRAILLE CLUB
     
    Braille Club, London, Present Day: Perfume is something that evokes the senses and stirs the memory. A child never forgets their mother’s scent, often only worn on special occasions, making the child cling to her before she leaves for the night. The first eau de toilette chosen by a young girl is often surpassed by more sophisticated brands but never forgotten. The expensive aftershave of the office heart throb sets him apart, announcing his presence as women imperceptibly move closer just to smell it.
    A distinctive bouquet takes us back to a certain moment in time. We can often identify people by their scent alone. Therefore, all Braille members must wear ‘Caligo.’ It is the unique fragrance of Braille. It is heavy yet fresh, exotic yet familiar, and every member receives a complimentary bottle.
     
    Marbella, 2012
    Matt
     
    Matt observed Benedict, oblivious to the stir he caused wherever they went. He had changed for his business meeting. As he glanced around he could see females’ faces turned in Benedict’s direction. Women couldn’t help themselves; they were drawn to him, aware they were not the focus of his attentions and wondering how they could be. Many he knew thought Benedict was full of complexities but Matt appreciated his simplicity and directness, while admiring his tall, lean body, which was surprisingly toned and athletic. Matt himself had to work very hard to keep his body in shape while Benedict seemed to do very little by comparison. In a rare confidence, he’d told Matt he’d inherited his dark chestnut hair from his mother. Matt waited for more but Benedict reverted to type and said nothing further. His voice was strong yet husky, and Matt often had to lean in just to hear him.
    Matt thought the eyes were the window to your soul but like his demeanour, Benedict’s eyes were always opaque. He was dressed as usual despite the heat. His suit understated but classic, a crisp shirt and silk tie beneath his waistcoat. The suit was linen, his only concession to the heat. Matt noticed Benedict remained tense and quiet throughout breakfast and kept checking his iPhone. Matt remembered Benedict’s scowl and look of confusion at the nightclub—that girl meant something to him, but wisely Matt didn’t push him. They left shortly afterwards, Benedict quiet and Matt uneasy, cursing himself for being so insensitive. It was a relief Benedict was acting like a normal hot blooded male, well, normal and Benedict didn’t gel, but it was a start.
    He sighed; he had jumped at the chance to come over to Marbella for the weekend with Benedict, thought it would be good for both of them. Working so hard, they’d hardly seen each other over the last two years, and Matt realised,