Julia didn't trust herself to speak for a moment. That little cow Kats had told him that! How he and that dyke Hermione must've laughed. God, what else had she told them?

"I'm afraid I'm a very busy person nowadays, Mr. di Girolamo. I'm in industry, you see, not finance. It means I have to work for a living."

"Julia, please. What is all this Mr. di Girolamo? I am Kendric, your friend, your grandfather's friend."

"Bullshit. Grandpa tolerated you. I won't. Don't think I don't know what you're after."

"After, Julia?"

"Ranasfari's project. That's what it was all about, right?"

He smiled a wounded smile. "So much of your late grandfather you have inherited. You are a straight talker. I respect that, Julia. It is a rare commodity. Pleasing in this world of deceit. So in return I too will be a straight talker. You have to tolerate me, or at least my family house. It's in our contract. Unbreakable." The smile hardened. "A profitable arrangement all round."

"I've had my financial division draw up a buyout agreement, your house will be well compensated."

"And you expected our house to agree to this? Julia, you are more naïve than I thought. Multi-billion Eurofranc contracts are not torn up because of schoolgirl temper tantrums."

"You are the house's representative in the consortium. Your family will accept your judgement in this matter."

"And my judgement is no."

"You won't like the alternative."

"Threats, Julia? Has it come to this? And with what will you threaten me?"

"A scandal." She was disappointed by how hollow it sounded. A whole complex of doubts was rising. She'd banked so much on forcing Kendric to accept the buyout. Never even considered he would refuse. There was no way now she could mitigate failure.

Kendric chortled delightedly. "A scandal. In this world? In this day and age? Scandal is dependent on perspective, Julia. You smuggle three and a half million Eurofrancs' worth of gear into Scotland every night. Isn't that a scandal? Everyone knows I am a lovable rogue. Certainly your dear grandfather did. After all, Event Horizon bought all those templates from me."

"The memox-crystal spoiler."

"Ah yes, I heard your orbiting furnaces were producing a depressing amount of contaminated crystals. How unfortunate for you."

"The rest of the consortium would be very upset to hear that you planned to steal Event Horizon's assets, don't you think? It might be difficult for the di Girolamo house to find partners after that."

"Fantasy," he said. But there was no smile any more.

She let go of the armrests and placed her hands on the table, pleased by how steady they were. "The onus is on proof, of course. Even if I could prove your involvement, the family would simply disown you, claim they weren't involved, which they possibly weren't. The house could survive your fall. What the house would not tolerate is for you to drag them down with you."

"An admirable summary," he mocked. "So where is this alleged proof?"

She played the terminal keys, squirting data over to the yacht's gear cubes. "First understand I am not bluffing. See this? It's Globecast's Pan-Europe channel schedule for next Tuesday; the Investigator Chronicle documentary is going to be given over to you, Kendric. I'm going to make you a star. All the data my security people turned up on your crystal-spoiler operation was passed on to the programme's researchers. We even found them a re-entry capsule to show, it was bobbing about amongst Weslin's wreckage. You know about those capsules, Kendric, they're the sort Siebruk Orbital assembled up at Zanthus."

"No, Julia, I do not know."

"Wrong." She called up her ace from the terminal's memory core. "Take a good look, Kendric. That's a transfer order for eight million Eurofrancs to be paid into the account of the newly formed Siebruk Orbital company from your family house, eleven months ago. And, Kendric, it's your authority code on the order. You own Siebruk Orbital. And the di Girolamo house funded it." She requested the terminal to show the second transfer order. "Then five months later you went and repaid the money, without any interest. Money you recovered from selling the memox crystals. My money, Kendric. Did they know? Did you tell them you were borrowing family money to finance your own schemes?"

He was hunched over his terminal cube, studying the two transfer orders without a trace of humour left. "Where did you get these?" he demanded. A crow's feet wrinkle indented the skin on either side of his mouth as his lips compressed.

"The Credit Corato bank, of course."

"Impossible. They are forgeries."

Julia felt the tension drain out of her. She leant back into the chair and grinned wickedly at the screen. "No forging involved. Accessing the bank's records is the president's prerogative. So is waiving client confidentiality, though I don't intend to make it a habit."

"President?" Shock raised his voice an octave.

"I bought it. Well, fifty-three per cent, anyway. Quite a good investment actually, according to my accountants. I'm the di Girolamo finance house's new partner. How does that grab you?"

"Bitch," he breathed.

"Careful, Kendric. I might just lower my offer. Schoolgirl temperament, you see."

"You bought the bank?" He sounded incredulous.

"Yah."

"You bought the bank just to make me authorise the buyout?"

"Yah."

He looked from the cube to the phone screen and back again, bewildered. "How much did all this cost you?"

"Plenty, but it was worth it."

"I don't believe this. Do you hate me that much?"

"What do you think, Kendric?" she asked, her voice dangerously shaky.

"I think you are impulsive, dear Julia. If you go on frittering Event Horizon away like this there will be nothing left in a few years. What would your grandfather think of that?"

Behavioural Response: Sorrow.

But she didn't need the reminder, not any more. "He shared my opinion of you," she murmured.

"Indeed? And if I don't authorise your buyout offer?"

She shrugged. "The Chronicle people get a copy of the transfer orders. They'll go ahead and broadcast then. Without them, the programme would be one big libel case."

Kendric squared his shoulders, clearing his throat, salvaging what dignity he could. "Very well, Julia. If that's the way you want it."

His capitulation left her feeling omnipotent. As soon as his image vanished she called Adrian. It was a formality. She knew she was on a winning streak.

Get a grip on yourself, girl, she told herself sternly, you must look barmy with this grin plastered across your face. People would cross the street to avoid you. But the grin remained.

Then Adrian appeared on the screen, and all the wonder blew away in a blast of trepidation, chilling her heart. He'd lost his verve, the chirpy smile and devilish glint were gone. Broken-hearted. Just how hung up on Kats had he been?

"Hello, Julia, nice to see you." The words said it, but not the voice, that was funereal. Had she called too soon?

"Sorry to bother you, Adrian. I can call back if it's not convenient."

"No, please, I'm deep into cell composition right now. God, it's dull."

"Oh, well, that's something. At least I'm more interesting than an amoeba."

He looked blank for a second, then smiled sheepishly. "That did come out wrong, didn't it?"

"Not to worry. Look, I wouldn't have called, but I need this truly enormous favour, and I don't know who else to turn to."

"What?" There was a flicker of interest.

"Well, there's this publishing company which is throwing a big book-launch party next weekend. And I've got to go, it's a social obligation. Event Horizon won the contract to supply them with memoxes, you see. Only the embarrassing thing is, I haven't got anyone to go with. The business keeps me so busy right now, I don't get to meet people my age."