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This had to be a practical joke.
    ‘You’re mistaken. We’re not selling up. I’ll get Sean to call you, sort all this out when he gets back.’
    She smiled thinly, closing the door on his reddening face.
    She watched his shadow through the stained glass, her pulse drumming. Would he go away? A second later he was gone.
    What the hell was Sean up to?
    That was when she noticed the silver front door key.
    It wasn’t hers, she was sure of it. All her keys were on her key ring with the enamel apple she’d picked up on their last trip to New York, on a visit to BXH’s head office, which even the wives had been invited to.
    Was it Sean’s key? She moved it near the pile of mail that had arrived for Sean the day before. Then she pulled her phone from her jeans pocket.
    She tapped in his number. Number unavailable. This was getting too weird. She stood in the hall. The house seemed very quiet.
    ‘Alek,’ she called out. Anxiety exploded inside her. She rushed up the stairs. As she got to the top she saw Alek’s bedroom door was closed.
    She pushed it open, fast. Alek was on the bed, moving a toy soldier up a pillow mountain. His amber locks looked adorable. She slumped against the wall and closed her eyes. Her heart was drumming rapidly. What the hell was happening to her? She wasn’t normally this paranoid.
    ‘Come on, Alek, let’s get ready. We’re going.’ Alek didn’t budge.
    ‘Remember,’ she said. ‘You’re going for a sleepover. And Rose is going to take you to that new movie.’
    She felt a tug of guilt looking at his upturned face, but when he moved off the bed like a boy possessed, the guilt subsided. The thought of a new movie beat just about anything in Alek’s mind.
    ‘Pick one toy to bring with you,’ she said, as she left the room. Alek’s hands were full already.
    Sean’s weekend Samsonite bag was in a corner of the bedroom. It was empty. She’d already packed hers with most of what she’d need for the weekend.
    She threw some of his things into his bag: socks, two shirts, his leather jacket. She was determined to keep to the plan. He wasn’t going to let her down. They had plenty of time before the taxi came.
    Just as long as Mr Vaughann didn’t insist he stay at work. And she would conveniently forget about that message George had given her until they were safely on the train. Sean deserved a break too.
    They’d hardly had any holidays in two years. Not like some of them at the bank. One of the few financial downturn-induced changes at BXH, as far as Isabel could make out, was that some of the senior managers had been forced to call off their weekday golf outings.
    A cruel punishment indeed.
    The only other change Isabel could see was all the extra hours Sean had been putting in.
    It was time to go. At least without Alek hanging off of her, she’d be able to focus on finding Sean, and getting away to Paris in time.
    She stopped, and put her hand to her forehead. Was she crazy thinking their trip would still happen?

11
    The dining table in Lord Bidoner’s Fifth Avenue apartment was set for breakfast. The silver coffee pot in the centre of the table was letting out a curl of steam.
    Lord Bidoner was dressed in a black kimono, as was Xena, though hers went only to her thigh. He poured coffee into a thin gold-edged cup, as Xena went to answer the doorbell.
    The two men who entered, the head of trading and the head of risk at the New York securities division of the Ebony Dragon hedge fund, were both Harvard educated and experienced in the animal world of Wall Street.
    ‘Come in, the coffee and pastries are both warm,’ said Bidoner.
    The two men took coffee and stood near the picture window. They were both quiet and watchful. It wasn’t often that they were summoned to meet the chairman of the fund they worked for at his apartment. It had only happened once before for each of them, when they were being recruited.
    ‘Sit, gentlemen,’ said Lord Bidoner. He stood with his back to the