‘Might as well forget that one for now. They’re not going to sell,’ he said.
I said that it was a pity and he joked that I was probably secretly relieved. I smiled but didn’t say anything. After he left I remembered his expression when he’d seen me that morning and I thought about the call. I went to my office and sat down. After a while I called a friend of mine and asked him to do me a favour.
That night at home Alicia came and sat beside me on the couch. ‘What are you thinking about?’
‘Nothing.’
‘Liar.’ She play punched me. ‘Is it your dad? Did you speak to Irene today?’
‘Yes. She said he’s improving. I can speak to him tomorrow probably.’
‘That’s good. Do you think you’ll go out there?’
‘I don’t think I can. Not right now.’
‘OK.’ She yawned. ‘I’m tired. I’m going to go to bed. Are you coming?’
‘You work too hard,’ I told her.
‘Tell Mitchell that.’ She pulled a sour face.
I knew she hated Mitchell. He was the worst kind of boss. The kind who is so insecure about himself that he resents anybody who might be a threat. Alicia could do his job in her sleep and he knew it and so he made her life a misery. It was a shame because she was talented and she gave herself heart and soul to her career, but now she hated it.
When I went to bed an hour later the lights were off in our room. I cleaned my teeth and tried to put Tony out of my mind. Alicia had left her birth control pills on the vanity top. I thought about the doubts I’d had earlier and it occurred to me that if we got married she could stop taking her pills and she could tell Mitchell to shove his job.
When I got into bed, Alicia wasn’t asleep. She turned and snuggled up to me and I realised that she was naked, which always meant one thing.
‘I thought you were tired,’ I said.
She kissed me and her hand slithered over my belly and took hold of me. ‘Not that tired.’
In the morning I was at work early. I went to Tony’s office and closed the door. He saw something was up, and his grin lost some of its lustre.
‘You remember that Fulham deal?’ I said. ‘David Jones talked to the company yesterday. Apparently they’re developing the site themselves. They’ve got a new partner.’
Tony didn’t say anything. We both knew who the new partner was. I waited for him to deny it, but he didn’t. I had thought of Tony as a friend. But not any more.
‘You’re fired,’ I told him calmly. ‘Get out of here and don’t ever set foot in this building again.’
He stared at me, surprised I think by my coldness. But then he stood up and began to gather a few things together. ‘It’s business, Robert. Nothing personal. You don’t want the high risk projects. I’m only trying to do something for myself. Maybe I could’ve done it differently, I’ll admit that.’
He didn’t seem to be too concerned. He was losing his job and I knew he must have leveraged everything he owned to make himself a partner in the deal he’d done with the owners of the site. He stood to make a lot of money if things worked out. He would have quit his job with me eventually anyway, but he wanted the security of a salary for as long as possible.
When he had packed up his things he looked around the office. ‘I’ll send somebody around for the rest of this stuff.’ He looked as if he were wondering whether to offer to shake hands.
‘You should know that after I spoke to David I had him make an offer on the building,’ I said. ‘Twice the original price.’
Tony’s face fell. ‘You can’t be serious. It isn’t worth that much.’
‘You’re right, it isn’t. But the way prices are going, in a couple of years I’ll be able to sell it on. Until then, I’ll just sit on it and pay the interest.’
He smiled. ‘You wouldn’t do that. You still stand to lose a lot of money.’
He was right about losing money, but I had found that all lessons in life come at a cost. In business I wouldn’t make the mistake of trusting anybody the way I had trusted Tony again. When I didn’t say anything he realised that I was serious. He looked ashen.
‘Your shareholding in this company of course reverts to me for the price you paid,’ I reminded him. ‘There’s a loyalty clause if you remember.’
Since he hadn’t actually paid anything for his shares, in effect he had to gift them back. It was all legal and above board. He probably hadn’t even read the small print when I had made the transfer. At the time he hadn’t been planning to try to cheat me. ‘You can’t do that,’ he said desperately. ‘I’ll contest it. You won’t fucking well get away with it.’
‘That’s your right,’ I said calmly. ‘But I’d consult a good lawyer if I were you. Now get out.’
He wavered, indecision raging in his expression. I thought for a moment he would try to plead with me, invoke our friendship and the years we’d worked to build the company together. But there was no friendship any more. As far as I was concerned he didn’t exist.
My father sounded tired when I spoke to him at the end of the week. But underneath his fatigue I detected a spark of his old resilience.
‘The gods haven’t finished with me yet, Robert,’ he said when I asked him how he was feeling. ‘They work in mysterious ways. In the face of peril they struck me down. A peculiar method of saving my wretched life, but effective nevertheless.’
I had no idea what he was talking about but I assumed that he was referring to his heart attack being a wake-up call. ‘The doctors told Irene you were lucky,’ I said. ‘You have to listen to their advice.’
‘Yes, yes. Don’t eat this, don’t drink that. I know all about it. A life of medicines and abstinence awaits me.’
Despite the curtailments he faced he sounded cheerful enough. I thought he wasn’t taking it seriously, which annoyed me because it was Irene who would have to take care of him. I told him how worried she had been and that he should think of her instead of himself.
‘Of course,’ he said, sounding suddenly regretful. ‘Poor Irene. I’ve put her through a lot. But I’ll make it up to her now. I’ve always loved her you know. She’s a remarkable woman.’
He was rambling, I thought. I wondered if it was the effect of his medication.
‘She tells me that you’ve been phoning,’ he said. ‘That’s very good of you.’
‘I was concerned about her,’ I said pointedly.
‘Yes, yes, of course,’ he murmured, the hurt evident in his voice.
I regretted being cruel, but my father had always brought out the worst in me. I tried to make amends by telling him that I was glad that he sounded better. We spoke for another minute or two and then, preparing to hang up, I said, ‘I should let you rest.’
‘Irene mentioned that you might come out some time soon,’ he said quickly.
The hopeful note in his tone made me uncomfortable. ‘When I can get away,’ I said.
‘It would be wonderful to see you. It’s been quite a long time hasn’t it?’