The Centre Cannot Hold – Part 2
"How do I
tell one of those posh kids that I sleep on Julie's floor," Tiffany smiled
at her friend, "and that I work in the kitchen at the Celestial
Star?"
"What do I say about how I earn a few quid?" Julie blushed.
“It’s like two
different worlds – but I would like to see him again,” Dawn said with a smile,
“you know who we need to ask?”
“Oh yeah,”
Tiffany said as they walked over to where Agnes was standing with Kathy.
“Uh oh,” the
young woman said as she saw them approaching, “I’ve seen that look before?”
“So have I,”
Agnes said quietly as she said “enjoying yourselves girls?”
“Yeah,” Dawn
said, “but we have a problem.
"Aggie a
couple of the guys have asked whether we'd go out with them," the girls
said as they crowded round their mentor, "what are we supposed to
say?"
“You’re on your own,” Kathy said as she walked off, shaking her head.
"Well,”
Aggie said with a smile, “What do you want to say?"
"I want to say yes to him," Dawn pointed to the guy she'd been
dancing with, "but what do I tell him about my real life...No way a boy
like him takes out a street kid like me."
"Never say
never Dawn."
"Aggie in
the real world he'll run a mile to avoid a girl like me."
“You might be
surprised,” Agnes said, “but I understand why you feel a little afraid. Look – I can make a suggestion. Perhaps if you went as a group to the boys,
said yes, but it would have to be as a group – safety in numbers?”
“But what do we
wear, what do we do?”
“See if they
are open to that first – what did you say Dawn?”
“He said it was
if I got a pass out – what’s that?”
“Permission to leave the school - and you know
the rules girls, we don’t work that way.
Think of it – like a security blanket.
You can look out for each other?”
“Good point
Aggie,” Tiffany said, “come on girls, let’s do this together.”
As they moved
off, Kathy came back and said “so, what did they want motherly advice on?”
“How to accept
an date form one of the boys… Did you
discuss that with them Kathy?”
“Hell no – I
never thought it would happen,” Kathy said quietly, “but it does show they are
normal kids despite everything.”
”Look we
haven't rehearsed this," Mick chuckled as he stood at the microphone,
"but if we try something soft and mellow can everyone please clear the
floor to give Lord Donald a chance to dance with Laura, for Sir John to dance
with Maisha..."
"What about Amelia?" a voice shouted.
"Well with
her father unable to dance with two girls at once, the Marquess of Ordford, Miley's uncle will do the honours there."
"Having
danced with all three of them during my lifetime darlings, girls can I say
watch-out for your toes," Mandy called out.
"And on
that note," Mick laughed, "guys shall we?"
Mick listened
quietly before he began to sing
Oh, why you look so sad, the tears are in
your eyes,
Come on and come to me now, and don't be ashamed to cry,
Let me see you through, 'cause I've seen the dark
side too.
When the night falls on you, you don't know what to do,
Nothing you confess could make me love you less,
Donald led
Mylie on to the floor as they started dancing, while John went on with Maisha
and Will with Mylie.
I'll stand by you,
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you
So if you're mad, get mad, don't hold it
all inside,
Come on and talk to me now.
Hey there, what you got to hide?
I get angry too, well, I'm alive like you.
When you're standing at the cross roads,
And don't know which path to choose,
Let me come along, 'cause even if you're wrong
“Thank you
Dad,” Maisha whispered as John smiled at her.
I'll stand by you,
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you.
Baby, even to your darkest hour, and
I'll never desert you,
I'll stand by you.
And when, when the night falls on you baby,
You're feeling all alone, you're wandering on your own,
I'll stand by you.
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt
you,
I'll stand by you, baby even to your darkest hour,
And I'll never desert you,
I'll stand by you,
I'll stand by you.
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you, baby even to your
darkest hour,
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
4 pm
Pocono Race Course
"I'm not
sure who is working harder Alex,” Nessa said as they looked at the room set
aside for the sponsors, “the team getting the car ready and tested, or the
people organizing the hospitality."
"I'd say
it's a very close contest darling, " the priest said as he smiled at his
sister. While he was in the regulation
dark shirt with white collar, and dark suit, Nessa was wearing a long
sleeveless grey cardigan over a silk jumper and fitted pants. They had arrived earlier to visit Sandy and
the team, and then made their way to the room where Tanera
Patel was organising the waiters and catering staff.
"Did I see you chatting with Denice a few minutes ago?" Nessa asked as she turned round.
"Yes, and
she's one of those behind-the-scenes people who is definitely working hard. She showed me just a little of the data she
needs to analyze so that Henri and the crew know just
what is going on with the car."
"I can
look at and understand printouts regarding our business brother, but I can
honestly say i would not have a clue what she's
doing."
"I don't
think most of us would. She also told me
she will be graduating next month – a double cause for celebration I think with
young Erica’s sweet Sixteen."
“Yes – she
wants to see me this weekend to discuss if I can help set something up,” Nessa
said as they walked to the window, and looked out over the race course. “What’s going on down there by the paddock?”
As Alex looked
over, he smiled and said “I think it could be described as young Kylie’s
purgatory. Mary and Alice persuaded her
to model some of her designs.”
"Anyway
returning to the world of corporate hospitality, there are going to be a few
people here who are probably going to try corner me and talk business,"
Nessa sighed.
"One
advantage of being a priest dearest sister," Alex chuckled, "very few
people at this sort of thing want to talk about my business."
“Still – there
are one or two I may ask you to meet as well, so be prepared O brother of
mine…”
“Well, I think
we’ve done all we can to the car Henri,” Clint said from his position
underneath.”
“Bon – let us take
a short break then,” Henri said as he looked over.
"Any
chance of lettin' two mere enthusiasts hang out down
here for a few?" a voice with a strong Belfast accent asked.
"Oh I
think you two know enough not to get in the way," Henri said as he shook the
visitors’ hands.
"You know I've
always wanted to see what goes on in the pits on the day before a big
race?" Dave Clarke said with a smile as he looked round.
"Well it's
all about checking, then double-checking every thing
is right for tomorrow."
"I can
see," Mick O' Ryan watched as Clint emerged from under the car.
"Hey you
guys made it," he stood up, cleaned his hands on a rag, and shook his
friends hands,
"No way I
was going to turn down an opportunity to see something like this up
close," Dave said. “Mary and David
are watching the kids for a while.”
"Well we
might also have another guest later," Henri spoke, "Richard's uncle
the cardinal might be joining us."
"So Mary
told me. I've met him a couple of times now and i
have to say for a churchman he also really knows his way round a car."
"Never
have so many top models been found helping a non-model get ready for a photo
shoot," Jack smiled as he and Luke stood to one side and watched her
friends help Kylie prepare.
"I know,”
Luke said quietly, “but it does just show you how many real friends she
has."
"I better
warn Gio that he might want them to get out the
way."
"Oh?"
"Too many cooks can spoil the broth Luke my love, the last thing he needs
is all these girls interfering and trying to direst his shoot for him"
"Ah yes,
that I understand," Luke smiled.
"I'll have
a quick word with Merlin, if anyone has the authority to make sure this runs
smoothly it’s her."
“AI, I can see
that.”
“How do you do
that,” Luke said as he saw Mary standing next to them and smiling.
“A gift from
Missy – right you lot, give Kylie some air, please…”
“Scatter girls
– Merlin is coming,” Maggie Fife giggled as she came over, Kylie smiling as she
said “thank you darling.”
“Ai – let’s get
you fully ready…”
“Can I cum in?”
“Of course you
can,” Mary said as she saw Sami standing at the door of the room.
“Hello Mum,”
Kylie said as she adjusted the cream jacket she was wearing. “Where is Aunt Kerry?”
“Wif Gio – fanks
Merlin,” Sami said as she came in and looked at her daughter.
"So Mum
darling do I look alright?"
"Kyles my
luv you look bewtiful," Sami stood and just
stared at her daughter.
"I
wouldn't go that far..."
"Well I bluddy would," Sami dabbed a couple of little tears in
the corner of her eye. "I'm just so proud of you."
"Thank you
Mum."
"After all
I did to ruin your life,” Sami said quietly, “and then you go and turn out like
this."
"Mum,”
Kylie said with a smile, “you didn't do anything deliberately bad."
"Well I didn't
do much to 'elp either."
"Didn't we
agree to put the past behind us?"
"I
know," Sami tried to smile, "but 'onestly
my daughter aint not only goin'
to be in a magazine, but you are wearing things you designed yerself."
“True, luv.”
“Gio darling – are you ready for me?”
“Oh yes – cum
on luv,” the photographer said, “let’s be taking yer
picture.”
“Forgive me –
may I join the conversation?”
“Of course,
your eminence,” Henri said as Cardinal Reinhard Brecht came in with
Richard. Although he was wearing the
purple shirt and white collar, he was also wearing a set of coveralls, and
smiled as Henri knelt and kissed his hand.
“We are honoured to have you visit us today. I believe you know Mary Clarke’s father
David, but may I present Michael O’Ryan – his
daughter is Orion O’Ryan, the model.”
“I am equally
honoured, Your Eminence,” Mick said as he kissed the ring, before Reinhard
shook David’s hand.
“We are all motoring
men – and women,” he said as he nodded to Denice and Heather “here – let us not
stand on ceremony. So this is the home
of RCM racing – I have followed your season with great interest.”
“And what do
you think?”
“You have
earned your place here,” Reinhard said as he examined the engine of the car.
“Allow me to
introduce Curt Walker, our chief engineer, and Heather Smith and Denice Burton,
our technical crew.”
“It is a true
pleasure to meet you all – and where are the drivers?”
“At a final
briefing for tomorrow with our spotter,” Denice said with a smile.
“Well, I am
sure I will have the chance to meet them tomorrow,” Reinhard said with a smile
as he looked round. “I think tomorrow
will be an excellent day’s racing.”
“We think so as
well.”
“Ah – Princess
Juliette, Prince Klaus,” Reinhard said as he saw them come into the garage, “it
is truly an honour to see you again.”
“And you, Your
Eminence,” Klaus said as he kissed the preferred ring, Juliette following suit.
“Actually, I am
glad we had a chance to meet – Princess Juliette, may I have a quiet word
before I come back to my true purpose for been here?”
“The Winnebago
is not occupied at the moment,” Henri said as Juliette followed Reinhard
inside, the cardinal closing the door as Juliette sat down.
“I have been
asked to convey greetings from Cardinal Bruckner,” Reinhard said as he sat
down. “He said that with the help of
Doctor McAdam, you were able to obtain some answers to your questions.”
“I was – and I
ask you to thank him for his help and discretion on my part as well,” Juliette
said quietly. “Be assured the final text
of my book will be forwarded to him for review when it is ready.”
“I am curious,
though – just how much contact did YY have in those years?”
“Enough,
without going into detail, to show they were preeminent in assuring the short
post-war truce,” Juliette said quietly, “and there was at least one occasion on
which my aunt actually took part in an operation in Naples.”
“Indeed? So she may have met an ancestor of the Marchesa as well?”
“I cannot
answer that question without betraying a confidence, Your Eminence.”
Reinhard smiled
and said “of course not. Well, shall we
return to the garage?”
11 pm
Times Square
“Dancer,”
Ludmilla Parashova said as Andre walked over and sat
down, “how are you?”
“Nervous – I
cannot shake that feeling someone is watching us.”
“You are been
paranoid, Dancer,” she said with a smile, “I suggest you enjoy your invitation
tomorrow.”
“How did you
know about that?” Andre looked at his
minder, who merely raised an eyebrow as she looked back over the table. “Well, it will provide an opportunity to
explore new avenues…”
“Indeed – and
in the meantime, you may forget about Jameson Security for the day.”
“How can I? Have you seen who has been reported going in –
Admiral di Cambrello, Captain Ball, Commander Joyce –
all senior or retired high level intelligence operatives…”
“Who are
advising on known projects. What would
you have me do – take one for interrogation?”
“Yes – and I
know the weak link…”
Pocono Racetrack
"Mom it's
just a thought,” Sandy said as she sat with Nessa at the table, “but if he
thinks he has compromising evidence on my daughter and Holly, really isn't our
best defence getting worse compromising material on him?"
"I'd thought of that Sandy my darling,” Nessa said quietly, “but what
would be sufficiently bad that it would shut him up and force him to leave us
alone?"
"Compromising pictures with a young boy?"
"Again I'd
thought of that, but in the world of ballet isn't that almost expected?"
"I don't
know...Is it? It's still a crime if the boy is under age Mother."
"I
know," Nessa smiled, "but given who he is it would almost be far more
shocking if it was a young girl."
Sandy laughed
and shook her head as she did so.
“Perhaps – so tomorrow is about observation and thinking?”
“Unless he
crosses a line – we’ll keep him away from the garage and Sands for the day… On which note – should you not be in bed?”
“Going there
now,” Sandy said as she walked off…
Sunday 16th October
5 am
Newark Airport
"How did I
ever travel before I met you Shirley my love," John smiled as the private
jet taxied towards the small terminal building.
"I know,” Shirley said with a smile, “owning my own plane is an
extravagance, but it does make this sort of thing practical."
"That's
rather what I was saying darling."
"I just
love that it means I could be at my party in London last night, and here with
my American friends today," Maisha stood up as the pilot turned off the
seatbelt sign. "I truly am so blessed."
"Has
Francesca said anything more about buying herself a plane yet?"
"She keeps
saying she wants to fit in the flying hours to get her skills back in order,”
Shirley said as she stood up and stretched, “but I heard that a trip this week
to look at a plane ended with her buying a small sailing yacht instead."
"Can I say
that in a way that sounds just like her," John laughed.
"I guess
one day she will get herself a small jet like this."
"Well it's
not like she can't afford it," Maisha remarked as she retrieved her hand
luggage.
“Very true,”
Shirley said as they walked down the stairs, the chauffer touching his cap as
he opened the door.
“So, back to
the penthouse, a shower and some coffee, and then off to the races?”
“Sounds like a
perfect day,” Maisha said as she sat in the back, the driver getting in as they
moved smoothly off…
8 am
The Astoria Waldorf
"Darling,”
Francesca said as her daughter came into the room, “I think that something is
about to happen."
"Oh?"
Charlotte looked round the room to see what was going on.
"I don't mean this very second,” Francesca said quietly, “but every
instinct in my body is screaming that this weekend will see huge
developments."
"And your evidence
is for that Mama?"
"I don't
have evidence Carlotta my love, just years of practical experience and almost a
sixth sense for trouble and danger."
"Should I
alert people? Should I especially alert Madame?"
"Wait till
after Shirley arrives please, I'll chat to her first before we go issuing an
alert."
“As you wish –
so the car is waiting downstairs, if you are ready?”
"So
explain to me again why I do this?" Anouska asked as she pulled her
long coat round herself in the rear of the long black car.
"Because it’s the sort of event Madame Anouska Kalinikov
should be seen at," Selena smiled as the limousine pulled away from their
hotel. "people will notice you are there and it will reinforce the idea
that you are a serious player."
"I understand. What am i expected to do?"
"Well, for starters, read this file on some of the people you are likely
to meet while we drive to Pennsylvania," Selena pulled it from her bag.
"Well
reading I can do," the Ukrainian laughed as she opened the file.
Pocono Racetrack
"This is
going to be a far stiffer test then last year’s final was," Clint said as
he stood talking to people, while Katherine started to serve the first
breakfasts down in the pits.
"Meaning
what Clint?" the Cardinal asked as he sipped one of Katherine's strong
coffees.
"That we start at midday,” Clint said as he took a Breakfast Sandwich from
George, “and finish under the lights at ten tonight, means we are going to need
master a lot of changing conditions."
"Weather,
track temperatures, all on top of the stresses and strains of a 10 hour
race."
"You sound
like you speak from experience Your Eminence."
"A
little," the churchman smiled, "we at the Vatican have our own motor
sport club and I've done the odd race."
"Well can
I do something unethical and ask you to pray that it stays dry," Henri
looked at the weather forecast that Heather passed him.
"As long
as you aren't asking for divine help to win," the cardinal smiled broadly.
"Why are
you on the back but one row of the grid?" Mick asked as he looked at the
program.
"Because
we finished qualification in third place," Sandy ate her breakfast,
"in a ten hour race it’s not a huge handicap, but it does give some of the
lesser teams some exposure early on."
"That's
not a bad idea," the Ulsterman nodded.
"Tell us
when you need us to get out of here," Dave said as he sat down, "we
don't want to get in the way."
"I think
you are fine for now boys," Sandy smiled, "I can see from the looks
on your faces though you'd both be happier if you were working on the
team."
"Is it
that obvious?" Mick smiled.
In the
hospitality suite, groups of people were starting to get together and help
themselves to the breakfast buffet.
“So how are
Diana and Missy doing Ju?” Cassandra Stone asked as they sat at one table,
while Klaus took Judith to get some breakfast.
“They are both
recovering slowly Cass.” Juliette took a
drink of juice, and continued “Diana can now get up for short periods, and
Missy is starting to get some energy back.”
“That’s good,”
Cassandra let a worried look cross her face. “I hear stories about them being
so poorly and it makes me think about Dad.”
“I guessed that
was what you were getting at darling. How is Stephen anyway?”
Cassie sighed
as she held her coffee mug. “Mum says he
has good days and bad, the trouble though with Parkinson’s is that you know
there is no cure and that it’s really just a matter of time.”
“Well that
‘time’ can extend many years you know?”
“I know Ju,”
Cassandra said as she looked up, “but I’m going to try spending more time with
him and Mum.”
“Is that why
you are doing Game of Thrones?”
“Yes, filming
in Belfast means I can nip to Dublin when I have spare time.”
“Eve rang me to
say she’s looking forward to it, and to having you walk those two shows with
her.”
“I know they
are important to her, so I’m more than happy.”
“And in the
meantime you can come here today…”
“And my husband
can finish formulating his ideas for the motor racing movie that he’s thinking
of writing.”
“Is that still
on his mind?”
“Oh yes – now
that Ladydown is filming, he’s about ready to start
serious work on this.”
“Hello Auntie
Cassie – do you like my hair?”
“Oh yes – you
have it in a ponytail again Judith?”
The little girl
nodded as she sat down and started to eat some fruit.
"So how
are things looking down there darling?" Tracey van Roon
asked her husband as he arrived in the hospitality suite.
"As they always are on race day - what seems to my eyes at least to be
organized chaos."
"Well,” Tracey said as she looked round, “at least Tanera
and her team are doing their usual superlative job here."
"I can see."
"When are Shirley and John arriving?" Tracey asked as she readjusted
Augie's tie.
"Mid morning, but Susan is already on site, and so are the
team from Lerrabella."
"Just try
hard to enjoy yourself please darling, this is all supposed to be enjoyable, as
well as a time for networking and talking business."
"I
know...and Hello Jerry, Hello Pru," he kissed
the model on the cheek, "you guys are here nice and early."
“Well, I was
working with the girls nearby yesterday, so we decided to get here early
today,” Pru said as she looked round. “Ju – do you have a moment…”
"Did the
stuff arrive from us Susan?" Caroline asked as they both waited to be
served breakfast.
"Yes,”
Susan said quietly, “and it’s been put in the folders with the others sponsors
material."
"Thanks, I
thought it was time Jameson's started to establish a distinct 'footprint' of
its own from Xavier's."
"Are you starting
to get a lot of work that isn't from us?"
"A bit,”
Caroline said as she took her plate, “and I talked it out with Madame and she
agrees that now we have our own premises maybe Jameson's needs to be a bit more
independent."
"It will
be interesting how things look once this Russian business is over."
“Oh yes…”
"Well I'm
certain of one thing Jeans, I'll never be competition for you as a mode,"
Kylie said as she sat with her friends round another table, sipping her orange
juice.
"Maybe,”
Jeannie said as she sat back, “but I've seen some of what Gio
shot yesterday and you look pretty great to me."
"Most of
that is down to him darling. It's still going to be nerve wracking having to do
more today."
"At least
you can't blame looking badly on the designer of the clothes they have you
posing in," Nikki laughed.
"No - that
I can't," Kylie laughed, "and to be honest I'm not feeling quite as
nervous today as I was yesterday."
“You've
convinced yourself a little that you aren't going to ruin things," Doc
nodded.
"I guess
so,” Kylie said with a sigh, “I really do always worry that I'm going to
disappoint and let people down."
"We know,”
Jeans smiled, "but can you name one occasion yet when you have
failed?"
"That is
what Marina said to me last night."
"And as
usual Marina is right," Doc said as she finished her eggs.
"Changing
subjects slightly," Kylie looked at her friend, "is it true that the
school is going to give you a couple of extra days off to go visit Cambridge
after you've walked those Irish shows Anna?"
“Yeah – they
actually petitioned the Tennant to allow me to visit when I was over there…”
“Hey guys.”
“Well, this is
a nice surprise,” Jo said as she looked up to see her friend standing there.
"We
thought you weren't coming?" Carina kissed Abigail as she bent over.
"I wasn't going to,” Abby said as she sat down, “but Mama insisted that
she'd be fine for one day with just Edith to look after her."
"She's
right in that," Jo smiled as Abby kissed her cheek.
"I keep
worrying that despite what the surgeons did something will go wrong."
"Abs there
is always a small danger, but if you let worrying about every little thing
control your life you are soon going to be a physical wreck," Cari took a
coffee.
"And
Memories don't pay you those huge bucks to look other than super..."
"I know Jo," Abigail started to laugh as she interrupted her friend.
"Anyway
before we spotted this tall creature you were telling me how your race went
yesterday," Carina changed topics.
"Not at
all badly, I was the third girl on our team home, and we finished third out of
12 teams. Coach was actually happy for once."
"And so
she should be," Annie pushed the double buggy with the twins in over and
joined the conversation, "against all those Division One school you guys
did amazingly."
"Thank
you," Jo blushed, "and where is Curt? I thought I left him safely in your care!"
"My eldest
daughter talked him into taking for a ride on the carousel outside," Annie
smiled. "You need watch him Jo, there might be another woman he can't say
no to."
"You think
I need warn Judith off?" Jo smiled back.
“Not really –
she just knows how to wrap him round her little finger…”
"So what
the hell do we do to amuse ourselves on a day like this?" Suzie Clarke
asked a group of the younger girls who were sitting eating breakfast together.
"Anything that isn't as boring as watching cars go round and round a
track," Orion laughed, "what my Dad sees in it I'll never know."
"So many
guys who are similarly bored?" Allison Clarke asked.
"We can
look in a bit," Shawnee giggled.
“I saw there
was a fairground outside,” Vicky Clarke said, “maybe we can get some of the
boys to take us out there?”
“Like who?”
“Well, the
Lodge boys for two…”
As Kathleen
stood by the Winnebago stove, she was surprised to hear a young voice outside
say "Hello Aunt Katherine."
"Oh Hello Erica,” she said as she came out and smiled, “have you come to
see your Mom?"
"Well,” Erica said as the tall blonde haired girl looked round, “I
actually brought Mel to see what Katy, Sands, and George do."
"At the
moment they are all a bit busy I think, so can I offer you girls anything while
you wait?"
"Coffee?"
Erica asked Mel.
"Please."
"Alright
two coffees coming up," Katherine went back inside.
"Where's Gran?" Katy asked as she came out of the garage space.
"Getting
Mel and me some coffee."
"Okay when
she's done that I'll pass on the message that most of the guys want coffee as
well."
"Is that
your job Katy?"
"It's part
of it Mel, Sands and I help out fetching and carrying food, drinks, etc. the
guys work hard so they need plenty."
"Uncle
Henri wants to know if we can serve food all morning because it’s going to be
impossible to have everyone stop for an early lunch," Sands said as she emerged
from trackside.
"You
better ask Gran."
"Ask me
what," Katherine came outside with the girls’ coffees.
“Food orders,”
Sands said.
“And coffee –
the thing being, keep it coming.”
“Ooookay – let me see what I can do,” Katherine said as Mel
looked at the two younger girls, their coveralls open at the top and with
heeled boots on.
10 am
"My wife
has leaned some new words," Roy Razinski said
quietly, shaking his head as he walked into the hospitality suite.
"Tonia
has?" Tracy asked as he kissed her on the cheek.
"I was
listening into the RCM frequency during that free practice session and she
wasn't always happy with the other cars and teams."
"That's
part of her job description isn't it?" Augie shook hands, "letting
both her own drivers, and the other teams people know precisely what her view
is of what's going on."
"It
is," Roy said as he took a coffee from one of the waiters, "but it
still always shocks me when I hear all that coming out of her mouth."
"Did you
check out the times? Our car was the
fastest in that session."
"I did, it looks as though they should give a good account of themselves
today."
"Fingers
crossed," Augie smiled.
"Anyway
putting my sponsor’s hat on, how are things going up here?"
"So far
very well," Tracy looked round, "we have a steady little stream of
guests arriving."
“Rhenia,” Susan said as the Californian blonde came in,
wearing a blue pants suit, “welcome. How
was the journey up?”
“Not too bad,”
she said as she looked round, “I see Juliette is here already.”
“True – but let
me introduce you to the first new person.
Abby – got a minute?”
“Sure Susan,”
Abby said as she came over, “what can I do for you?”
“I wanted to
introduce you to Rhenia Tripp – she had agreed to
join NorStar as their new comptroller. Rhenia, this is…”
“Abigail de Ros
– I am truly honoured,” Rhenia said as they shook
hands.
“So you’re the
one who is going to take half Missy’s work off her plate? Welcome to a while new world. Where are you currently?”
“LA – I work
for Xavier International there, but I’m looking for a place now.”
“Well, this is
the place to meet some of us – come and get some coffee, I’ll introduce you to
some of the models…”
"I think
we may have to keep our eyes open today," Barbara said as she stood
outside chatting with Cassandra, "we have a lot of bored young girls who
might start looking for trouble to get themselves into."
"Including
my eldest daughter," Cassandra watched Capricorn standing with her friends
eating an ice cream.
"At least
with Jeannie I have little to worry about, even without Winston being here I
know I can trust her to behave herself."
"I wish I could share that confidence," Cass sighed as she watched
Capricorn eye one of the boys working the fun fair up and down.
“Okay girls,”
Suzie said as she looked round, “HOTS gathering at the soda stand.”
The girls all
nodded as they walked as one to buy some cold drinks, gathering round a table
as Suzie said “given the absence of certain key members, I call this sub group
meeting to order.”
“We know Katy
and Sands are otherwise occupied,” Liz said, “but where are Erica and the other
older girls?”
“Erica took Mel
down to the pits,” Poppy said as she sipped on her soda, “so she may emerge
eventually.” Looking round, she then
said “oh god – does that make me the senior member?”
“Looks that
way,” Orion said with a grin. “So I have
one order of business – the men here.”
“You mean the
ones who are not obsessed with the race?
Are there any,” Capricorn said as she looked round. All the girls were wearing jumpers, either
jeans or leggings, and short leather boots.
“There are a
few,” Allison said. “Before I forget, by
the way – we’ve got a present for you for Thursday Poppy.”
“You guys
shouldn’t have…”
“Well, we
couldn’t make the party,” Vicky said, “but we think you’ll like it. But getting back to today – any thoughts
guys?”
"I think
we may have to keep our eyes open today," Barbara said quietly as she stood
outside chatting with Cassandra, "we have a lot of bored young girls who might
start looking for trouble to get themselves into."
"Including
my eldest daughter," Cassandra said as she watched Capricorn standing with
her friends eating an ice cream.
"At least
with Jeannie I have little to worry about, even without Winston being here I
know I can trust her to behave herself."
"I wish I
could share that confidence," Cass sighed as she watched Capricorn eye one
of the boys working the fun fair up and down.
“Have you had…”
“Oh yes,”
Cassandra said quietly, “and I have taken her to see my doctor just in case,
but even so – I thought this day may be some time off yet.”
“You never know
when it will come,” Barbara said quietly as Annie came out with Judith.
“Look Mamma –
horses.”
“Would you like
to go on the merry-go-round?” As Judith
nodded, they walked over, passing Allison and Capricorn as a sandy haired boy
walked off.
"So where
did you meet Steve?" Allison whispered to Capricorn.
"Steve Clayton? Oh he was at
Sebring in the spring – his dad is a rival to RCM."
"He's kinda cute you know?"
"Is
he?" Capricorn took an appraising look. "He's kinda
nice I guess, but he's a goofball...not the type of guy who..."
"Oh you'd
be surprised - I could help him grow up a lot in a short time," Allison
said as she pulled out her mirror and looked at her face.
"ALLISON!" Capricorn laughed, "we are both younger then he
is."
"Only in
years, not in experience," Allison started to touch up her makeup.
"Are you
suggesting that we?"
"You got a
better idea for what to do today?" Allison giggled.
Capricorn
looked round and shook her head as they walked towards him…
“Well done
Sandy – Princess, final practice.”
Sandy high
fived Jeanne as she climbed out of the car, removing her helmet and taking a
bottle of water from George as she walked to join the observers.
"Who was
the guy in the Jaguar you looked like you were racing with for a couple of laps
there Sandy?" Mick asked.
"That's Stev Clayton,” Sandy said as she finished her drink, “one
of our biggest rivals. We fought him hard to the finish at Sebring earlier in
the year and a sort of rivalry has developed."
"Clayton?
Now where did I hear that name recently?" Dave took a minute to think,
"oh yeah there was a kid called Steve Clayton outside with the girls
earlier."
"That's Stev's son, and yeah he's a nice boy, even though he has
the nuttiest sense of humor according to my
daughter."
"He's a
joker?" Mick asked.
"I quote
my daughter, 'he will do anything to get a laugh'."
"I know
the type," the Ulsterman laughed, "I had a friend when I was that
sort of age was pretty much the same."
"Well
anyway if we can beat his father today then we will go pretty close to
winning."
“So one race to
watch?”
“Indeed…”
“Shirley – you
made it?”
“We did
indeed,” Shirley said as she and John came into the sponsors’ suite, hugging
Juliette and Susan as they looked round.
“I see we have a good turnout so far.”
“Indeed – how
was the party yesterday?”
“The girls
enjoyed it, and that’s the main thing.
Are we starting soon?”
“In about an
hour,” Helen said as she saw Andre come in.
“Excuse me a moment…”
“Greetings
sister,” Ama said as she hugged Maisha, “I heard you
completed the long walk.”
“Just,” Maisha
said quietly, “but I bring greetings from all at the camp.”
“Are you
recovered though?”
“I am - and
thank you for the message you sent. It
meant a lot to all three of us.”
"Well I
would have loved to be there,” Ama said quietly, “but
with all the additional work Mom is doing, and all this, there was no way I was
going to be able."
"Is she
still doing that film in Iceland?"
"She
is," Ama smiled, "and I have my first squad
camp with the Scottish team in November."
"CONGRATULATIONS!"
"Thank you
sister,” Ama smiled, “I will admit to having got
excited when they contacted us."
"It's an
achievement."
"So what
is this I hear by the way - about you wanting to go to the London School of
Economics?"
"It is
true, I would like to do their degree in politics and economics in developing economies
to give me a recognised background in the field i
wish to work in."
"That
sounds perfect for you..."
"It's a
long way from where I thought my life would lead me that day Mum bought me at
the slave auction."
“We have both
come a long way since those dark days,” Ama whispered
as they hugged each other.”
4 pm BST
Chez Georgette
Soho
As the band
started to play, the statuesque blonde came out onto the stage, wearing a large
pink cloak with a fur trimmed hood over a black sparkled evening dress, dark
tights, long opera gloves and heels. She
walked to and fro on the stage, singing
First you say you will, and then you say
you won’t.
She spun round,
the cloak lifting to reveal the pink fur trim at the back of her skirt.
And when you say stay, that is when you
go
She continued
to sing, twirling round as she loosened the fastening on the cloak and then let
it drop down, revealing the bustier top of her dress. The music then changed to The Stripper, as
she removed the diamante bracelets.
She started to
slow roll one glove down, gyrating in time to the music, before removing it and
waving it above her head and throwing it to the side. She then started to remove the other glove,
rolling it up and down and using her teeth to slowly peel it away from her arm.
As that was
thrown to the side, she did a bump and grind as she removed her necklace, and
then turned, slowly pulling down the zip of her dress – and then pulling it
back up again as she turned her head, smiled, and waved her finger.
She then turned
round and again slowly lowered the zip, as her dress parted to reveal her
underwear from behind – but a sshe turned round,
still doing the bump and grind, she held her dress up with her arms across her
chest as the music stopped.
“MORE!”
She smiled as
she slowly lowered the dress, revealing a gold bra and panties, and a sheer
black wrap skirt over her stocking covered legs. As the dress was passed to the side, the
music started again, a drum solo as she started to dance and spin round, slowly
unfastening the slip skirt and moving it across her before that went the same
way as the dress, leaving her in a gold bra and panties.
The pink robe
was handed back to her ans she covered herself with
it, before she started to gyrate again, and suddenly her bra appeared from
under the robe. She turned and smiled
again as she moved, and then threw her panties out, moving the robe as she
stood with her back to the audience, and then turning as she allowed a little
peek, before the musiv finished and the few in the
audience clapped.
“So, darlings,”
she said as she fastened the robe, “what do you think?”
"Your
glove peal is improving George darling," Mandy watched as the club’s owner
came off the little stage.
"Thank you,”
George said with a smile, “but it still needs work between now and the
show."
"It's one
of those little parts of a burlesque routine that gets better with time and
practice, just remember that when you tug at it with your lips, and move the
glove up and down..."
"That to a
lot of men that is highly suggestive," George giggled, "Mandy dear I
wasn't born yesterday."
"I know
darling."
"This is
all about playing naughty games with people’s minds," George said as he sat
down for a minute.
"Exactly,
it's all in the brain."
"Does Will
think that though when he watches to do your act though?"
"Darling
he's seen it so many times I'm not sure he even takes notice now."
“Oh I don’t
know – it might be fun.”
“Dita,” George said as he greeted the dark haired woman,
kissing her on both cheeks, “were you watching?”
“I was – want
to make it a regular part of your routine?”
“This is for
charity, Dita – and who is this young lady?”
“Ah – George,
meet Sarah. She dance with me and Mandy
at the CS show in Sydney, and we invited her to take part as well.”
“It’s a
pleasure to meet you,” Sarah said as George kissed her on both cheeks. She was wearing grey jeans a V-necked
sweater, with short boots. “When does Tracet get here?”
“Tomorrow
lunchtime – she’s taking a red eye after the race today. So, are you ready to rehearse?”
“How’s the
music coming?”
"We are
getting there,” George said as he looked over to the band. “Jeffrey dear boy, the music if you haven't
noticed is a key part of these ladies acts, please co-operate with them will
you?"
"We are
trying boss," the leader of the little house band at the club said as he
came over and sat at the table. "We just need the time to rehearse this so
we get it right."
"Just
watch as everyone makes their moves," Dita said
as she sat down with them, "the movements should give you the clue as to
tempo, and emphasis."
"I promise we will get this right," the bandleader took a sip of
coffee, "even if it means we are here to well gone midnight."
“Well, we all
may be – Sarah, can you do yours without music, let him follow on the sheet?”
“I can try,”
Sarah said as she got onto the stage and started to dance.
“Yeah – I see
the beat now…”
“Hey everyone -
I thought I'd drop in and see what was going on while Donald took the girls to
Moor Park to have a golf lesson with one of the pro's he knows."
"Lady you know you are always welcome here," George said as he walked
over and gave her a hug.
"So how is
it going?" Aggie watched the woman on stage.
"Not too
badly, but we certainly needed this extra rehearsal time."
Smiling, Aggie
said "How is your own routine coming darling?"
"Would you
believe I'm actually having fun, I'm thinking perhaps after what Dita said, I should have incorporated a striptease into my
act years ago."
"I know
several of your competitors have done it."
"It's a
double illusion, first the drag, then the tease...and yes I'd seen a couple of
queens who do it."
“Listen, Tracey
called to confirm she is coming with Kelly Rochermann
– and she’s bringing a couple of friends.”
“Oh – who?”
“RuPaul and
Michelle Visage…”
11.30 am
Pocono
"So are
you going to allow yourself to unwind and just watch the race Francesca?"
Shirley asked as she sat in a chair next to the Marchesa,
both of them looking out over the racetrack as John talked to some of the
others.
"I'm going to try Shirley,” Francesca said as she looked over to where
Andre was sitting with Kelly Rochermann.
"And given that there are certain people here,” Shirley said as she
glanced over, before sipping her drink, “do you think you will succeed?"
"That we will only know as the day goes on darling."
"True,"
Madame nodded. "Anyway on another topic Agnes texted me to say Laura has
become a hooker."
"But I
thought she quit all that when Agnes adopted her?" a worried look crossed
the Marchesa's face.
"Not that
kind of hooker," Shirley smiled broadly, "most of the time she hits a
golf ball it takes a dive to the left."
"Ah I
understand," Francesca smiled as well, "one of the reasons I rarely
if ever play golf is that I have a persistent slice, and i don't enjoy the game enough to spend the time learning
how not to do it."
"That I
understand,” Shirley laughed, “but talking of sports that I know you do enjoy,
what is this I hear you bought yourself a boat?"
"Oh I saw
it when we went to look at a plane and I couldn't resist. I can sail it on my
own, or I can take a couple of friends out as crew."
"Are you
going to keep it in the US?"
"No,”
Francesca laughed as she shook her head, “I'm going to have it shipped to
London, I was thinking of teaching Carlotta how to sail, it was one aspect of
her education James neglected."
"Well it sounds like a wonderful idea the two of you doing that
together."
“Ah – someone
else you really need to meet,” Susan said as she saw the twowomen
walk over. “Marina, Anna, I’d like you
to meet Rhenia Tripp, the new comptroller for NorStar. Rhenia, this is Anna Mitchell, Global Editor of Complete
Style, and Marina Sowkowski, one of her assistants.”
“Ah, the
saviour of Missy,” Anna said as the Rhenia’s surprise
she hugged and kissed her on the cheeks, “welcome to our world.”
“Thanks – I
think – so you are Pippa Ashley’s boss?”
“As well as
Fiona MacKenzie and the other local editors – Marina
is my key contact for China and Russia.”
“It’s a
pleasure to meet you,” Marina said as she noticed Kylie coming in from the
corner of her eye, heading for the buffet with a slightly haggard look. “Will you excuse me for one moment?”
“Is that Kylie
Mitchell?”
“It is,” Anna
said with a smile, “but if I was you, I’d wait a little while. She had to do something she really did not
want to do this morning.”
“Hey kiddo,”
Marina said as she put her arm round Kylie, “all done?”
“We’re having a
break, but…”
“She looked
ruddy wonderful.”
“Hello Sami,
Kerry,” Marina said as she embraced Kylie’s mother and aunt, both of them
wearing jeans and sweatshirts. “So just
how bad was it?”
“Honestly? Well…”
“She was very
nervous, but that added to her beauty.” Gio smiled as he kissed Kylie on the cheek. “Only a couple of more shots, lass.”
“It cannot end
too soon, darling,” Kylie whispered as she sipped her orange juice.
"Why are
they swerving from side to side like that?" Anouska asked as she sat with
Andre, Selena watching from a short distance away.
"It's to warm the tires up, Madame Kalenikov."
"And how
do you know that Mr Kannenikov?" Anouska asked,
"I would hardly have thought this was one of your interests."
"It's
really not," the dancer looked amused, "but I've been invited to a
couple of these things in the past, and I was told myself that is what all that
is."
He smiled as he
looked at her, watching the race through her sunglasses. He was sure she would be contributing to his
work in so many ways…
"You are
joining us at last," Maddie smiled as Dave kissed her on the cheek.
"Well this close to race-time they don't need non-essential people
cluttering up the pits."
"Did you
enjoy yourself though?"
"Totally,"
Dave said as he took a coffee from a waiter, "made me sort of wish I was
one of those guys," he continued as he pointed at the mechanics wheeling
the car out to its place on the grid.
"I know the team would probably love to have you join them..."
"Yeah,
Henri sort of invited," Dave interrupted, "but as I pointed out it's
not exactly practical with them racing here and me living in California."
"I get
that."
“All right
everyone – stop while we pray?”
Henri led the
team in the Lord’s Prayer as Jeanne sat in the driver’s seat, caressing the
wheel with her gloved hands.
“All right
ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, the cars are ready, the drivers are
ready, and in three… Two… One…”
"This is
the worst part," Clint whispered to himself as they waited for the go.
"That it is my friend," Henri stood alongside the crew chief, "I
have always hated starts, once we have done a few laps i
can start to relax a little."
"Here
guys," Janine passed them both coffees, "hopefully this will
help."
"And there
they go," Henri smiled as he watched Jeanne start to get up to speed.
“And the cars
are underway now,” Susan said into the microphone s they passed the sponsor’s
suite, “so sit back, enjoy our hospitality, and thank you all for coming to
support RCM racing today.”
“So tell me,
Maestro,” Anouska said as she sipped her drink, “are you open to my suggestions
as to funding ballet programs?”
“Oh I most
certainly am,” Andre said with a smile, “but tell me, what do you think of the
current political situation here?”
“I tend not to
deal with politics,” Anouska said quietly, “save where it is in the interests
of my homeland.”
“Very good to
know,” Andre said quietly as she saw Nessa walk towards him with Rachel
McNally.
“Andre, Nessa
here wanted to eb introduced to you.
Vanessa Richmond, Andre Kannenikov.”
“Ah, yes,”
Nessa said with a smile as he kissed her hand, “I hoped we would have the
chance to talk today. I do so wish to
discuss how the Richmond Trust could support your work.”
“Indeed – do
you know Madame Anouska Kalenikov?”
“I have heard
of her, but not had the pleasure yet,” Nessa said as they shook hands. Anouska spoke in Russian, Selena saying “she
is pleased to make your acquaintance as well.
The good works of the Richmond Trust have even reached my ears.”
“Then we really
must talk later – do you mind if I borrow your friend for a few minutes?”
Anouska nodded
as Nessa took Andre by the arm, and walked him to the side of the room. “So are you enjoying your time in our
company, Maestro,” she said as she took two glasses of champagne from a passing
waitress, and handed him one.
“It is proving
– invigorating,” Andre said with a smile, “I am certainly learning of many fine
opportunities in my line of work.”
“Well, perhaps
we should discuss such opportunities – don’t you think so?”
“Indeed…”
“Well, I have
others to see,” Nessa said as she walked to where Paulie
and Augie were sitting. “What was that
about,” Paulie asked as she sat down.
“Nothing for
you to worry about, Paulie…”
"Ladies
and gentlemen luncheon is about to be served," Tanera
made the announcement as the room buzzed.
"Are you
ready to eat yet Pops?"
"I'll wait
till the lines ease off a bit," Dave kept his eyes firmly fixed on the
track, "but if you and the kids want to eat now please go ahead."
"You
really are enjoying this aren't you Dave?"
"Is it
that obvious Richard?" Dave said without looking round.
"Oh just a little bit."
"I've been
to the odd local race over the years and always enjoyed myself,” Dave said
quietly, “but knowing so many people connected with one of the cars, and having
been down in the pits while they got everything prepped, this somehow means
more...Does that make sense?"
"To me
Dave it makes more than sense," Francesca slid into the seat next to him,
"I get similar feelings watching horses run that I have a connection with
somehow. That personal connection makes it mean just that little more."
"Do you go to a lot of motor races Marchesa...I
mean Francesca?" Dave caught the look of rebuke in the Italian woman's
eye.
"Oh a few,
but it was my Mother who had the love affair in our family with fast
cars."
"I
remember you telling me she drove sports cars."
"She would
have like to have raced them, but Papa wouldn't allow it. Did I ever tell you
by the way that she knew Enzo Ferrari?"
"No that
you didn't mention.”
“Indeed – she
once sneaked onto the test track at Monza for a session – as she told it to me,
she did very well indeed…”
"Who is the
Russian woman 'he' seems to be spending a lot of time talking to darling?"
Nessa asked as they stood in the buffet line.
"She's a rich widow with an interest in the ballet, and as far as I can
tell he's trying to get her to endow some scholarships for dancers," Juliette
replied.
"So she
has nothing to do with this noxious attempt to blackmail our family?"
"Not as
far as I know Nessa."
“Okay then –
catch her another time…”
"While
Colin is in Brussels for this meeting of Conservative MEP's, Sue has decided to
go 'out' with the girls tonight Shirley."
"Well
let's they have fun then Penelope," Shirley then lowered her voice to a
whisper, "has she really thought this out?"
"I think
so Madame," Penny whispered back, "it sounds like a rather low risk
job and she always said she might continue, if only to keep her skills
fresh."
"Well as
long as they don't get themselves in trouble..."
"Who get
themselves in trouble?" John interrupted.
"Sue, Kay,
and the others. Penelope was telling me they have a girls night out planned for
tonight."
"Ah,"
John smiled, "while the cat, or in this case Colin, is away, then the mice
are going to play eh?"
"So it
seems."
“All right,
princess,” Henri said as he looked out, “bring her in for the first
change. Jan, you are next.”
“Copy that,”
Jan said as she put her helmet on, Katy shouting “good luck Mom” as the car
came in, Jeanne jumping out as the seats were swapped and Jan was strapped in.
“Let us pray,”
Henri called out, and he spoke the Lord’s Prayer before Jan was sent on her
way.
"Hello
Eleanor darling, you did make it then," Shirley said as she greeted the
newcomer.
"Only
after Ed had to just 'quickly' look in on his office," Eleanor said as
Admiral Ed Preminger accepted one of the packs.
"Oh I
often have those little things happen."
"Well
eventually we all made it, have we missed a lot?" Eleanor looked over to
where Veronica, Ed, and Leroy were getting coffees.
"Not too much,
Jan just went out for her first turn."
“Excellent –
and I see Dancer is having fun.”
“Not for long,
if what my sources tell me is correct…”
“Okay Jan, road
looks good ahead for now,” Tonia said into the headset.
“Good – hold
steady Jan,” Henri said into his microphone, “remember the game plan – hold
position for the first run for each of you, and then progress from there.”
“Pressure and
wear looks good,” Denice said as she sat with Heather, “fuel at half way mark.”
“We make good
time, and we do well,” Henri said as George stood with Clint and the crew.
“No food run at
the moment?”
“No, Uncle
Clint – Mom wanted me to ask you a favour?”
“Oh – what?”
“Driving
lessons?”
Clint looked at
George as he said “don’t want to pick up bad habits eh? Okay – I’ll talk to your mother.”
"Hello
Admiral I wasn't sure if we'd see you today," Francesca smiled as she
kissed Ed on the cheek.
"A small
crisis in the Middle East..."
"Oh?"
the Marchesa lifted an eyebrow
"Nothing
that relates to what we are doing, or that as a retiree you need fret about,
but my bosses wanted my opinions on some options."
"Understood
Sir."
“So he is
here?”
“Apparently
Nessa Richmond wanted him to come – I am not sure why, but we have our agent
with him as well?”
“The Russian
woman?”
“Indeed – she
is proving most useful…”
"So how
are things going for the younger set Carina?" Natalya asked as they stood
at the bar.
"Pretty
well, our hosts have kindly provided child care space again, and the organizers
hiring the attractions outside give parents and kids some options...all in all
it's not going badly Aunt."
"Good,"
Natalya smiled in her enigmatic fashion, "and just how are you doing dear
niece?"
"Oh I've
had a few things to keep me busy, and yourself?"
"Just one
or two little things."
“Useful to know
– Sharon! I did not know you were coming
with your father?”
“Reading week,”
Sharon Kennedy said with a smile as she greeted both of them. “So, have I missed much in my few weeks
away?”
Charlotte could
see her mother looking round, and walked over, whispering "Is your sixth
sense still telling you that trouble is nearby Mama?" as she came closer.
"It is my
darling,” Francesca whispered, “something is going to happen I'm sure, I'm just
not sure what."
"If you
need the teams help to isolate any problems you are going to have to be a bit
more specific Admiral," Caroline joined the conversation.
"I know, but
it’s that instinct we all develop… Please
just have all 'our' people keeping their eyes and ears open."
"Do we
need to alert the Sisters here..."
"And
Madame's people?" Caroline finished the sentence Charlotte started.
"Maybe you
should have a quiet word with them."
“I’ll get on to
it,” Charlotte said, Caroline nodding as she walked towards Penny.
“Forgive me,”
Andre said as his cell phone buzzed, and he looked at it, “a call I must take.”
“Of course,”
Anouska said as he walked off, and Selena came over.
“I understand
you wished to meet Miss Xavier while you were here, Madame – May I present Madame
Anouska Kalinikov, Miss Shirley Xavier.”
“It is indeed a
pleasure to meet you,” Shirley said as they shook hands. “Please, ask her if she is enjoying her
stay?”
“Madame Kalinikov is very much enjoying her stay – the reputation
of Xavier International has reached her ears, and she wonders if she can
discuss some potential transfers of materials with one of your representatives
in due course?”
“Of course –
may I present my fiancé, Major Sir John Hammond, and my adopted daughter
Maisha.”
“A pleasure,”
John said as he kissed Anouska’s hand, and as Maisha hugged her she whispered
“Welcome Sister – we will talk later, when we can be in private.”
“This is
Dancer,” Andre said quietly as he stood on the balcony.
“I have news,
Dancer – bad news. Somehow, the British
security services were able to determine our funding route to you through
Germany – there have been arrests this morning.”
“Damn,” Andre
said quietly, “I said someone was watching us.”
“You did – but
we still do not believe it was anyone associated with Jameson Security, so take
no action.”
“Your advice is
noted,” Andre said curtly as he ended the call, and then dialled a number.
“I need you at
Pocono racecourse as soon as possible – I need someone extracted to talk to.”
“So Rhenia,” Shirley said as she stood with the young blonde,
“are you looking forward to your move here?”
“Yes – and no,
Madame,” Rhenia said quietly, “I know it is a
fantastic opportunity, and I relish the challenge, but it does mean leaving the
rest of my family behind.”
“True,” Shirley
said, “but we grow through change – and you will be closer to Louise as well.”
“There is that
yes,” Rhenia said, “and, of course, I will be
available should you require my services Madame.”
“and the offer
is accepted,” Shirley said with a smile, “so who is going to replace you in the
LA office?”
“I understand
Maddie is talking to Darlene…”
“Hey,” Erica
said as she joined Mel in the fairground, “have you seen any of the others
around?”
“Well, I saw Ama and Maisha heading back to the suite,” Mel said, “and
Judith and some of the other youngsters are on the rides.”
“What about the
others?”
“You mean the
group you call the HOTS?”
“Oh,” Erica
said quietly, “you’ve heard of us then?”
“It may have
been mentioned,” Mel said with a smile.
“Anyway, they are around somewhere – save for Sands and Katy in the
pits.”
“Yeah – we need
to keep an eye out for them,” Erica said with a grin, “just in case...”
“I’ll be back
in a minute,” Steve said as he walked off, Allison and Capricorn standing and
tapping their feet.
"Well, he
is either very slow coming forward...or he's gay," Allison whispered to
Capricorn, "Between us we've tried every trick in the book to get him to
notice us..."
"And he hasn't even attempted to kiss us." Allison looked at her friend and said “I did
shower this morning.”
“So did I,”
Capricorn said as she watched him at the hoop la stand.
"Now he's
got my dander up as Mom says," Capricorn looked angry for a second,
"I know how good I look - and I will have him today if it’s the last thing
I ever do."
"He's
going to have us both." Allison smiled, "hell it's not like either of
us is a virgin."
"I bet he is though."
“There you both
go,” Steve said as he handed them both a cuddly bear.
“Come with us
Steve,” Capricorn said as she and Allison took him by the arms, and led him
off…
"So Juan
are you enjoying yourself?" Alex said as they stood watching the race.
"I am Alex,” the Spanish financier said, “it's nice spending a day with so
many good friends."
"And to be so well looked after," the priest tasted the sherry and
looked at the glass with a deep appreciation, "it was good of you to
donate such fine things as this."
"Well
after I heard that both the Marchesa, and Mr van der Byl were joining Valeria in donating wine, I thought it
appropriate to give some of our sherry."
“Indeed – which
is why we also brought several bottles of the Curragh Park whiskey.”
“For which I am
eternally grateful, Alex my boy,” Jack Linklater said as he sipped some amber
liquid from his glass.
“Where’s Luke,
Jack?”
“Talking
business with Pippa…”
“Damn, it just
happened again,” Denice said as she looked at her screen.
“You
sure?” Heather looked at her friend, and
then at the screen.
“What’s up,”
Clint said as he came over with Henri.
"Either we
have a glitch in the computer Henri, or we might just have a problem."
"What kind of problem Heather?" Henri shouted as cars shot by down
the straightaway.
"The oil temperature has spiked a couple of times on Denice's screen, but
then cooled again."
"Spiked
how badly?"
"Up into
the zone that made Denice go pale."
"Could it
just be the computer?" Clint came over the com.
"I'm
running diagnostics."
"Do that
Heather, and if it happens again call me quick."
"Will do
Henri."
“Sandy,” Henri
said into his mouthpiece, “any issues on your display?”
“None I could
see, but I can take it easy for a couple of laps if need be, hold position.”
“Do so – just
in case…”
"From what
Eve showed me, and what I've seen of the stuff we are showing in Belfast, these
will be two amazing shows," Orion said as she sipped a Seven-Up. She was sat at a table with Katy, who had
taken a break from the pits, Doc and Jeannie.
"Well I'm
more then looking forward to it," Jeannie smiled, "I've never yet
been to Ireland."
"I had
great fun when I shot that Fitzstuart thing,"
Katy spoke.
"Even
though the crew was complaining about her constant bellyaching," Orion
laughed.
"I know
Poppy is looking forward to it," Doc sipped her drink.
"I'm just
amazed we can get time off school to do it."
“Well, it is a
feather in the cap of the school I suppose,” Doc said, “and with Ama in Scotland at the same time, we won’t be the only ones
missing things. Besides, I had an invite
– Trinity College Cambridge wants me to pay a visit…”
"Is it me
darling or is there an awful lot of whispering going on here?" Paulie asked as she sat with Nessa.
"Whispering?"
"And don't pretend you haven't noticed Nessa Richmond,” Paulie whispered as she turned her back to the others, “you
have been one of the biggest offenders."
Nessa put her
hand to her heart and said "Who, me?"
"Yes,” Pauli said quietly, “and don't tell me that i
haven't seen the looks that you've given Andre Kannenikov,
nor that I didn't overhear at least a few words from what you were saying to
Sandy this morning."
"Paulie darling,” Nessa whispered, “it may be
safer that you don't ask more questions."
"Why?"
Paulie paused, "and that look on your face darling
tells me that there is definitely trouble brewing."
"As I
said..."
"You can
say what you like, when someone I'm told is the type of official Admiral
Preminger is drags my husband and nephew into a huddled conversation, then I'm
already involved Nessa...So spill, as we used to say all those years ago at
school."
Nessa sighed,
and said “I can’t tell you everything – but let me ask you Paulie,
if someone was to use who Pussy was to try and hurt your family, or to hurt
your country, what would you do?”
Paulie looked at her old friend, and said
“anything – but everyone knows about Sandy and Heather.”
“Paulie… Paulie, did I say I was talking about Sandy?”
“No, but… Oh…”
“OH!” Paulie looked at
her friend as she said “and Andre?”
“Is part of
whoever is threatening my family – forgive me, Paulie,
I can say no more. Not yet anyway.”
"Can I ask
a question that you'll need answer as the Marchesa di
Cambrello please?" Ed asked as he stood with
Francesca.
"You can Admiral,” Francesca said, “and can I say that approach has me
intrigued?"
"How good,” Ed said as he looked over the railing, “are your connections
business wise in both Saudi Arabia, and the Gulf States?"
"Is this
to do with what you said you were looking at this morning?"
"Slightly."
"Well we
have some hotel and other property interests, but you'd be better off asking
the van Roon's, they have extensive interests and
connections in that part of the world."
"Hmmmm that is a thought," Ed Preminger took a sip of
sherry, "who do I need ask to introduce me?"
"Ask
Shirley, she knows them better then I do
certainly."
“I will do so
then – thank you Francesca…”
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