Edward put his two hands up and motioned them five times. Sophia made a face at him, not understanding, and threw a notepad and a pen over her desk to him.

“Great. Can I pick you up in... Let’s say half an hour?”

Sophia glanced at the Rolex Ethan had given her. A quarter to one. Lunch with Ethan always takes time. Hmm. “Ethan, if it’s possible, I’d prefer in an hour. I have a few matters to resolve and we’ll be able to discuss the issue without pressure.” Yeah, and this way I can discuss the proposal with Zahira and Edward first.

Edward snapped his fingers at Sophia and raised the sheet for her to see. It said:


£ 50 mm to start with


Sophia’s jaw fell open. She couldn’t believe the number. It was a huge contribution for a single firm.

“Of course, baby. I know a great place, a surprise.” Ethan said.

And to start with? What’s that supposed to mean? “O-okay,” she breathed.

“I’ll pick you up in forty-five minutes.”

Sophia sighed and rolled her eyes heavenward. “All right, then. See you downstairs in forty-five minutes.”

“I can’t wait, baby.” His sensual baritone voice rang in the room after he ended the call, sending a thrill down Sophia’s spine.

She put the handset in its cradle and blinked at Zahira and Edward, “Are you serious? Fifty-million pounds to start with? There must be a mistake, Zahira. Perhaps it’s five million?”

The smile Zahira bestowed on Sophia left no margin for doubt. Ashford Steel was donating fifty-million pounds to her foundation. To start with.

“How can this be?” Sophia couldn’t believe it yet.

Edward got out of his chair and circled Sophia’s desk, pausing near her iMac, “Type Ashford Steel balance sheet and look for its profit.”

Sophia inhaled deep as the ten zero figure appeared on the screen. “My goodness. He has made a huge profit this year. But why doesn’t he direct it to his foundation?”

“Ashford Steel doesn’t have a foundation, nor does Ashford individually. He always makes donations to others,” Edward explained. “From the research I asked the legal department to do, Ashford prefers to concentrate on his business and leave charity to those he thinks are more apt.”

Zahira flanked Sophia and showed her a chapter in the plan. “Look here, Mrs. L., he always makes donations to foundations that protect children. All over the world. Since the donation is so large, he would like to have a say in how it is allocated. He is proposing it be shared, with a portion for India and China, where Ashford Steel has branches, and the rest we would decide. It’s beautifully designed to fit both his and our goals.” Zahira’s dark brown eyes were twinkling.

“A lawyer from Ashford Steel, Mr. Ronald Carter, called us yesterday, after you left, asking for a meeting,” Edward was excited. “It’s fantastic, Sophia.”

Zahira finished the explanation, “Mr. Carter brought this in personally this morning and gave us a lengthy explanation.”

“Mmm,” Sophia raised her brows as she read the paragraph Zahira had indicated with her finger. “This idea is a beauty. Imagine if we could help all those poor baby girls left to die in China... But what I still don’t get is: why us?”

Edward sighed deeply, impatient, “Why? Why not, Sophia? Ashford clearly likes you. You have a foundation that allows this kind of maneuver. He makes contributions every year. He, intelligently, combined business with pleasure. Why not?”

“Mrs. L., the plan has provisions for...” Zahira leafed through the document and pointed to another paragraph, “a ten year plan. It’s a long-term commitment. He is directing all his contributions to your foundation. All he asks for is investments in India and China.”

“Well then,” she raised her eyes to Edward, “since you both approve...”

“We do,” said both at the same time.

Chelsea, Royal Hospital Road. Gordon Ramsay.


1.35 p.m.

“Alistair Connor.” Tavish was flabbergasted. “You’re a genius.”

Alistair smiled smugly at his brother. “The facts were there for everyone to see, Tavish Uilleam, but that’s what makes the difference between a successful businessman and everyone else. Never fear, be bold. I have been investing in that young group of artists for fifteen years. It was pure chance, but when they started having problems keeping up with the mortgage payments for their gallery, The Blue Dot, I took matters into my hands and proposed a partnership, investing more to keep it afloat. Art has always been an obsession of mine. I decided to sponsor all of their,” he made quotes in the air, “insane ideas. Malcolm and Berkley called me a lunatic and didn’t agree with the investment. At that time, they were the majority shareholders at the bank. I was new, starting my career at the bank, thanks to our father’s money.” He shrugged. “I made a deal. I’d make a huge investment in the gallery and be its CFO, if they sold me a percentage of the business and the property. I put in my personal money.” And Alistair’s smile grew larger, “And yours, too.”

“You did what? You never told me.” Tavish shook his head slowly. He didn’t like the way Alistair sometimes treated him as if he were still a little boy, but he had given carte blanche to his brother to do whatever investments he thought interesting, while he was in Iraq and Afghanistan. “But didn’t you think it was too risky?”

“A wonderful house in Chelsea? A historic building? Never. This was clear from the get-go. It has increased tenfold in value, Tavish. And as for the investment,” he smirked. “How do you think both of us ended up owning bigger shares of the bank than Malcolm and Berkley?” Alistair shrugged. “I determined a stop-loss, of course. They are brilliant, just disorganized. They have a great eye for discovering new artists. All I had to do was create a business plan for them to follow, organize their finances and give my opinion whenever a new young artist proposed something - How can I put it? - Extremely contemporary. We’ve been working closely and it has been a huge success.”

“I’ve never seen such a huge profit for such a small investment, in such a short period of time.”

“I turned the idea into an investment fund and I want you to supervise it. We are going to relaunch the gallery on June first.”

Tavish’s brows shot to the middle of his forehead, in alarm. “Me? I don’t know anything about investment funds. I have some connections and I can get clients for the bank, but supervise an investment fund? I know how to buy art, but I don’t know the first thing about selling it. Alistair Connor, I’m going to mess things up.”

But Alistair was already expecting this reaction and had prepared his answer, “But that’s exactly what I need you to do. Get new clients to invest in the fund. I’m planning a big opening party for the gallery. A charity cocktail evening with an exhibit of ten new artists who are finishing their masters at Goldsmith’s. And part of the profit will be reverted to some foundation. I’ve set a meeting with the guys for tomorrow morning. They are going to explain everything to you. I want you to spend a few hours per day in the gallery to study the collection and-” Alistair gasped for air as it disappeared from his lungs.

Tavish turned his head to see Sophia enter the restaurant, smiling, totally at ease, on Ethan’s arm. In a flash, he put a heavy hand on Alistair’s shoulder, stopping him from raising from his chair, “Don’t.”

“She told me she couldn’t have lunch with me,” his breath wheezed from his mouth and he rubbed a hand over his heart, as if in pain, “because she had a lot of work to do.”

“And who said this isn’t work?”

“With Ashford? What could she possibly have to discuss with him? He produces steel, she deals with oil.”

Alistair’s face darkened and he tried to raise again, but Tavish shoved him down.

“He is her ex-lover,” Alistair hissed at Tavish.

“Easy, Brother. Don’t make hasty judgements. She’s-”

“Can’t you see with your own eyes?”

“All I can see is two people having lunch together. Don’t jump to conclusions. They won’t see us from where we are. Calm down. You’ll see there’s no reason to be suspicious.”

“Very well.” He picked up the bottle of whisky and poured himself a good dram. Drinking it in a gulp, he raised his empty glass. “Let’s drink to-” Another betrayal.

“Stop it, Alistair Connor. Stop it right now.” Tavish breathed deep and stared at his brother. “I have to tell you something.”

The way Tavish said this made Alistair stiffen on his chair. He put his glass with a thump on the table, his fingers narrowing around it. “What?” Oh, please, don’t let it be what I’m thinking.

“I have a confession to make.” Tavish’s lips quirked up when Alistair relaxed on the chair. “Remember the day you, Alice and Leo walked in on the two of us at the pool, at Craigdale?”

“Aye,” Alistair clenched his teeth so tight that he thought he might break them.

Tavish pushed his artichoke salad around his plate, before saying, “I confronted Sophia. I thought she was another Heather.”

“She slapped you.”

“Aye. With reason.”

“She never mentioned it again. She accepted whatever lame apologies you gave. And I... I let it go. You and I had already had too many... differences to work out, so... You know.” He waved his hand in the air. “What happened?”

“Alistair Connor,” Tavish exhaled loudly. “To be brief, first I said she was like... your other women. Then I said that even if she didn’t need your money, she wanted your status. Continuing to fuck things up, I stated that she wanted you just to substitute Gabriela’s father. And to top it off, I told her that she was a coward, and that she was ogling me, trying to get me in her bed with you.”