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thirdly?’
    ‘Thirdly?’ Blue Suit Guy looked confused, and then grinned as if something had popped back into his head.
    ‘Oh yes, thirdly, I came looking for you, Lukas Samuel Carnes.’ He held out a hand. ‘I’m the Doctor and I’m here to save your life.’
    Dara Morgan sipped his coffee slowly. Partly because it showed he had good manners, and partly because it was too hot to do anything else. But it probably looked like good manners to Mr Murakami and his delegation.
    ‘So, Mr Morgan,’ the Japanese banker was saying, ‘do we have a deal?’
    Dara Morgan’s blue eyes twinkled mischievously as he glanced over at Caitlin, standing by the office door. ‘What do you think, Cait?’
    Caitlin walked over, her long legs and short skirt clearly drawing the eye of some of Mr Murakami’s entourage but not, Dara Morgan observed, Mr Murakami himself.
    Good.
    ‘I think it’s a good deal, sir,’ she purred. ‘If Murakami-San can get the M-TEK out throughout the East by Sunday, it will be… superb.’
     
    Dara Morgan flicked his hair out of his eyes. ‘Just under two days, 3.30pm Tokyo time. Doable?’
    Mr Murakami frowned. ‘Why Sunday? It’s ludicrously short notice.’
    Dara Morgan just smiled. ‘Let’s just say, it’s what the entire deal hinges on. I need that guarantee, Murakami-San, or I go elsewhere.’
    ‘But that way, you have even less chance of a deal to be in place by then,’ the Japanese man said.
    Dara Morgan nodded at this. ‘I know. But let’s face it, with the money that the M-TEK will make, smaller companies than yours, hungrier ones perhaps, will go that extra mile to meet my… MorganTech’s requirements.’ He sipped his coffee again. ‘It’ll be in the contract, with penalty clauses.’
    ‘Which will be?’
    ‘Catastrophic. For the whole of Japan.’
    Mr Murakami’s people moved an inch closer to their man. ‘Was that a threat, Mr Morgan?’ he asked softly.
    ‘No,’ said Dara Morgan. ‘I don’t do threats. Barbarians do threats. Idiots do threats. I just state facts.’
    ‘It is a great opportunity,’ Caitlin cut in. ‘Please, think about it over dinner. Tonight. At our expense.’
    ‘Alas, we cannot join you,’ Dara Morgan added, ‘but you are at liberty to pick any restaurant in London that takes your fancy and all expenses will be covered by MorganTech. Indeed I insist.’
    ‘All expenses?’
    ‘Relating to food and drink, yes.’
    ‘Ah. In that case, you shall have my answer by
    midnight tonight.’ Mr Murakami stood and Dara Morgan did the same, giving a slight bow as he did so. Mr Murakami responded likewise, including Caitlin in the deference, and she nodded to him and the others in his party.
    Formalities over, the Japanese delegation headed for the door of the suite, but Mr Murakami turned back one last time. ‘Seriously, why Sunday? Why 3.30 in the afternoon?’
    ‘Because something big is happening all over the globe on Monday at 3pm UK time. That’s 11pm Tokyo time.
    But we all need deals in place. I too have made a deal, you see, but it’s rather like a chain in a property purchase: one link breaks and the whole deal comes tumbling down.
    Then we all suffer.’
    ‘All?’
    ‘Universally.’ Dara Morgan threw a sideways glance at Caitlin, and she immediately moved to escort Mr Murakami out of the room.
    A moment later, the Japanese were gone and Caitlin was back at Dara Morgan’s side. He was standing at a massive picture window, a huge panoramic view over West London. He could see the new Wembley Stadium, Centrepoint, the London Eye and other tall London structures.
    ‘Monday,’ he smiled, ‘and this planet is Madam Delphi’s.’
    Caitlin nodded. ‘At last. Revenge is hers.’
    They took each other’s hands and held on tightly, and looked to the computer screens, which appeared to be
    humming a tune, ever so slightly, causing waveforms on one of the screens to pulsate fractionally in time.
    ‘Welcome back,’ they said to her,