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СКАЧАТЬ later she barged into Jackson’s office, slamming the door shut behind her.

      ‘Is this meant to be a joke?’ She waved the DVDs in his face. ‘Because it’s not funny.’

      Jackson leaned back in his chair, stretching his long legs out in front of him. ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’

      ‘I’m talking about these.’ She handed him the case. ‘I know it was you who sent them.’

      Jackson read the blurb on the back. ‘Midnight’s Children. Now that was a good movie. One of her best. If you haven’t seen Dita Andreas’s shower scene with Leo DiCaprio, you haven’t lived.’

      ‘It won’t work, you know,’ said Sasha furiously, snatching back the case. ‘These childish little mind games of yours. They won’t get to me.’

      Jackson laughed. ‘Really? I’d say they already have. You know what your problem is, Sasha? You can give it, but you can’t take it.’

      ‘Excuse me?’

      ‘It’s fine for you to tell girls I’m seeing that I’m gay.’ Sasha at least had the decency to blush. ‘But when the joke’s on you, that’s childish. I must say, I couldn’t believe it when I found out. After the way you’ve looked down at me from your moral high horse these past two years, like I’m the evil, selfish playboy and you’re the perfect little saint. When the truth is you had an affair with a married man, then tried to claim his work as your own. I may be a playboy, Sasha. But I’m not a thief.’

      ‘Neither am I!’ Sasha was close to tears. When she moved to America five years ago, she’d tried hard to leave her past, or that chapter in it, behind. Until now, she’d succeeded. No one at Harvard Business School knew about the scandal that had ended her career as a physicist, and nor did anyone at Wrexall. In the States, the Cambridge court case was a footnote in Theo Dexter’s history, nothing more. Or so Sasha had thought. ‘Everything I accused Theo Dexter of was true. It was my theory. He’s the thief, not me. He’s made a fortune off an idea that doesn’t belong to him.’

      ‘Sasha, Sasha, Sasha.’ Jackson shook his head, like a disappointed parent. ‘You can’t let it go, even now, can you? So sad. I guess it’s true what they say. Hell hath no fury …’

      Sasha stormed out, marching back down the corridor to her own office with Jackson’s laughter echoing off the walls behind her. If there was one person in the entire universe she would have wanted not to know about her past with Theo Dexter, it was Jackson Dupree. She might as well take out a full-page ad in the New York Times.

      This is going to be bad. Jackson’s going to crucify me.

      She wasn’t wrong. Over the course of the next few months, the story of her scandalous past spread not just through Wrexall Dupree, but throughout the entire real estate industry. Jackson’s taunting was relentless. Sasha would turn on her PC at work to find Theo Dexter’s face loaded as her screensaver. Amazon delivered books to both her home and office: How to Move On, The Married Man Addiction, Astrophysics for Beginners and the newly published coffee table photo book by Mario Testino, Dita Andreas: A Love Story, in which Theo featured heavily looking brooding and intellectual – as intellectual as anyone could look with their top off and wearing only tight white boxer shorts that left little to the imagination. Most irritating of all, though, was Jackson’s habit of humming the theme tune to Dexter’s Universe under his breath every time he passed Sasha in the halls. It was so childish, Sasha knew she ought to have been able to laugh at it. But sometimes the urge to physically attack Jackson was so strong she had to lock herself in the ladies and deep breathe until she got it under control.

      The office that had long been Sasha’s sanctuary now became a torture chamber. As a result, she began doing more and more work from home, often poring over spreadsheets and making calls late into the night. With no time for dinner, still less wild nights of sex, her relationship with Grover Hammond soon fizzled.

      The only chink of light in the gloom of Sasha’s life that winter was the McKinley deal. Haverstock McKinley was the largest, most profitable construction firm in the United States. Jackson’s father, Walker Dupree, had first flirted with McKinley over two decades ago, to try to develop a nationwide chain of discount shopping malls. That deal had come to nothing, as had numerous other proposals for possible joint ventures since. But Sasha had come up with a new model, to build cheap, prefab strip malls on Indian reservations. They would start in the desert states, Arizona, New Mexico, Utah, Nevada and eventually roll the programme out nationwide. If the deal came off – a big if – it would be the largest in Wrexall’s history. With her new compensation deal (Sasha had taken a huge cut in base salary and foregone her bonus in exchange for a flat five per cent share in her revenues) it would also make Sasha personally an extremely wealthy woman.

      Jackson knew about the McKinley negotiations, of course. Everybody did. Publicly, he shared the firm-wide excitement. But privately he was nervous about the degree of autonomy it gave Sasha’s division.

      ‘I know you think it’s personal. But you’re wrong,’ Jackson told Lucius Monroe over a discreet lunch at the Harvard Club.

      Lucius raised a wiry eyebrow. ‘Am I?’

      ‘Yes. I’m not going to deny the woman gets under my skin. But this goes way beyond our personal animosity. She’s running that retail group like a private fiefdom.’

      ‘A very successful fiefdom,’ Lucius reminded him. ‘One that we all profit from.’

      ‘Yes. For now. But giving any one individual total control over a business area is dangerous. Our clients and our shareholders need to have faith in Wrexall Dupree. Not just Sasha Miller. She could leave us at any time, Lucius, and then where would that business be?’

      Lucius Monroe sipped contemplatively at his martini. ‘I take the point, Jackson. But these are good problems to have, don’t you think? Employees who are too successful? Besides, Sasha’s not going anywhere. Why would she? No other firm on the street would offer her what we do, a straight percentage cut. Sasha’s very talented, but she has the Wrexall business card and the might of our balance sheet and reputation behind her. Without that, she’d be nothing.’

      Jackson tried to feel reassured.

      Lottie Grainger burst into the coffee shop, hopping from foot to foot with excitement.

      ‘What’s happened?’ laughed Sasha. ‘You look like you just won the lottery. Either that or there’s a wasp up your shirt.’

      The girls had agreed to meet at Bepe’s, a hole-in-the-wall Italian espresso joint a block from the Wrexall building. At six o’clock on a Friday night the place was almost empty.

      ‘Jackson just texted me. I’m going to Park City! He wants me to pack a bag and meet him at JFK in …’ she looked at her watch, ‘… about three hours. Can you believe it?’

      Sasha hesitated, not sure how to react. On the one hand it was obvious Lottie wanted her to share in her excitement. Jackson had a big series of meetings in Utah over the long weekend. Wrexall was involved in developing a new luxury ski resort to rival Deer Valley, and he was flying up to finalize the deal. On the other hand, Sasha knew better than anyone what a thumping great crush Lottie had on Jackson. She doubted very much it was the business opportunity that had put that shit-eating grin on her friend’s face.

      ‘That’s great, Lots. Just be careful, OK?’

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