Wedding Night
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“I don’t have anything for you.”
“You already gave me something. Clarity.” He pauses. “I thought I’d give you peace.” He fingers the olive leaves. “What’s done is done.”
What’s done is done. The words resonate in my brain, round and round. And then I get to my feet. There’s something I have to do, right now. I detach my memory stick from the chain around my neck and look at it. All my pain and anger toward Daniel seems to be contained in this one tiny piece of metal. It feels toxic. It’s contaminating me. It has to go.
I head briskly to the shallows and put a hand on Noah’s shoulder. As he looks up, I smile.
“Hi, darling. I’ve got something for you to skim.” I hand him the memory stick.
“Mummy!” He looks up at me, his eyes wide with shock. “This is a computer thing!”
“I know.” I nod. “But it’s a computer thing I don’t need anymore. Just throw it in the sea, Noah. As far as you can.”
I watch as he takes aim and skims it. Three bounces and it’s gone, into the Aegean Sea. Gone, gone, gone, really gone.
I walk slowly back up the beach to Lorcan, relishing the feel of my bare feet on the sand.
“So.” He reaches out and entwines his fingers in mine.
“So.” I’m about to suggest a walk along the beach, when Ben’s voice hits the back of my head.
“Lorcan. There you are. At bloody last.”
I don’t even need to look to know that he’s drunk, and I feel a squirm of sympathy. It can’t be easy for him.
“Hi, Ben,” says Lorcan, getting to his feet. “You OK?”
“I met with Zhernakov today. On his yacht.” Ben eyes both of us expectantly, as though waiting for a reaction. “I met him on his yacht,” he repeats. “Drank some Krug, shot the breeze, you know.…”
“Great.” Lorcan nods politely. “So you’re selling after all.”
“Maybe. Yes.” Ben sounds aggressive. “Why not?”
“Shame you couldn’t have let me know that before I spent weeks on those refinancing and restructuring agreements. They’re all a bit irrelevant now, aren’t they?”
“No. I mean … yes.” Ben seems confused. “Thing is …” His swagger dips a little. “Yuri and I made an agreement. A gentleman’s agreement. But now …” He wipes his face. “He’s already sent me an email I don’t understand.…” He holds out his BlackBerry to Lorcan, who ignores it and gazes at Ben, his expression unreadable.
“You really want to sell,” he says quietly. “The company that your father built up over years and years. You’re just letting it go.”
“It’s not like that.” Ben glares at him. “Yuri says nothing will change for the company.”
“Nothing will change?” Lorcan bursts into laughter. “And you bought that?”
“He’s interested in developing new projects!” says Ben hotly. “He thinks it’s a great little company!”
“You think Yuri Zhernakov is interested in creating a new aspirational paper range for the middle-class consumer?” Lorcan shakes his head. “If you believe that you’re even more naïve than I thought. He wants the house, Ben. Nothing else. I hope you got a good price out of him.”
“Well, I’m not sure exactly … I’m not sure what we …” Ben wipes his face again, clearly beleaguered. “You need to look at it.” He holds out his BlackBerry again, but Lorcan lifts his hands.
“I don’t need to do anything at this moment,” he says calmly. “My office day is done.”
“But I don’t know what I’ve agreed to.” All hint of bravado disappears from Ben’s demeanor. “Have a look, OK, Lorcan? Sort it out.”
There’s a long silence, and just for a moment I wonder whether Lorcan is going to capitulate. But at last he shakes his head.
“Ben, I’ve sorted out enough for you.” He sounds weary and a little sad. “I have to stop.”
“What?”
“I’m resigning.”
“What?” Ben looks absolutely staggered. “But … you can’t do that!”
“Consider this my notice. I’ve been with you far too long already. Your father’s gone and … well, it’s time for me to go too.”
“But … but you can’t! You’re really into the company!” Ben’s eyes are wide with panic. “You’re into it more than me! You love it!”
“You already gave me something. Clarity.” He pauses. “I thought I’d give you peace.” He fingers the olive leaves. “What’s done is done.”
What’s done is done. The words resonate in my brain, round and round. And then I get to my feet. There’s something I have to do, right now. I detach my memory stick from the chain around my neck and look at it. All my pain and anger toward Daniel seems to be contained in this one tiny piece of metal. It feels toxic. It’s contaminating me. It has to go.
I head briskly to the shallows and put a hand on Noah’s shoulder. As he looks up, I smile.
“Hi, darling. I’ve got something for you to skim.” I hand him the memory stick.
“Mummy!” He looks up at me, his eyes wide with shock. “This is a computer thing!”
“I know.” I nod. “But it’s a computer thing I don’t need anymore. Just throw it in the sea, Noah. As far as you can.”
I watch as he takes aim and skims it. Three bounces and it’s gone, into the Aegean Sea. Gone, gone, gone, really gone.
I walk slowly back up the beach to Lorcan, relishing the feel of my bare feet on the sand.
“So.” He reaches out and entwines his fingers in mine.
“So.” I’m about to suggest a walk along the beach, when Ben’s voice hits the back of my head.
“Lorcan. There you are. At bloody last.”
I don’t even need to look to know that he’s drunk, and I feel a squirm of sympathy. It can’t be easy for him.
“Hi, Ben,” says Lorcan, getting to his feet. “You OK?”
“I met with Zhernakov today. On his yacht.” Ben eyes both of us expectantly, as though waiting for a reaction. “I met him on his yacht,” he repeats. “Drank some Krug, shot the breeze, you know.…”
“Great.” Lorcan nods politely. “So you’re selling after all.”
“Maybe. Yes.” Ben sounds aggressive. “Why not?”
“Shame you couldn’t have let me know that before I spent weeks on those refinancing and restructuring agreements. They’re all a bit irrelevant now, aren’t they?”
“No. I mean … yes.” Ben seems confused. “Thing is …” His swagger dips a little. “Yuri and I made an agreement. A gentleman’s agreement. But now …” He wipes his face. “He’s already sent me an email I don’t understand.…” He holds out his BlackBerry to Lorcan, who ignores it and gazes at Ben, his expression unreadable.
“You really want to sell,” he says quietly. “The company that your father built up over years and years. You’re just letting it go.”
“It’s not like that.” Ben glares at him. “Yuri says nothing will change for the company.”
“Nothing will change?” Lorcan bursts into laughter. “And you bought that?”
“He’s interested in developing new projects!” says Ben hotly. “He thinks it’s a great little company!”
“You think Yuri Zhernakov is interested in creating a new aspirational paper range for the middle-class consumer?” Lorcan shakes his head. “If you believe that you’re even more naïve than I thought. He wants the house, Ben. Nothing else. I hope you got a good price out of him.”
“Well, I’m not sure exactly … I’m not sure what we …” Ben wipes his face again, clearly beleaguered. “You need to look at it.” He holds out his BlackBerry again, but Lorcan lifts his hands.
“I don’t need to do anything at this moment,” he says calmly. “My office day is done.”
“But I don’t know what I’ve agreed to.” All hint of bravado disappears from Ben’s demeanor. “Have a look, OK, Lorcan? Sort it out.”
There’s a long silence, and just for a moment I wonder whether Lorcan is going to capitulate. But at last he shakes his head.
“Ben, I’ve sorted out enough for you.” He sounds weary and a little sad. “I have to stop.”
“What?”
“I’m resigning.”
“What?” Ben looks absolutely staggered. “But … you can’t do that!”
“Consider this my notice. I’ve been with you far too long already. Your father’s gone and … well, it’s time for me to go too.”
“But … but you can’t! You’re really into the company!” Ben’s eyes are wide with panic. “You’re into it more than me! You love it!”
