They were opponents, foes, even outright enemies, but enemies who presented a civilised veneer to outsiders because it was profitable to do so.

‘I suppose it might be a real love-match,’ Stavros observed cynically.

Lysandros raised his eyebrows. ‘A real-? How many times has she been married? Six, seven?’

‘You should know. Weren’t you a guest at one of the previous weddings, years ago?’

‘Not a guest. I just happened to be in the Las Vegas hotel where it was held and watched some of the shenanigans from a safe distance. And I returned to Greece the next day.’

‘Yes, I remember that. Your father was very puzzled-pleased, but puzzled. Apparently you’d told him you wanted nothing more to do with the business now or ever again. You vanished for two years, but suddenly, out of the blue, you just walked in the door and said you were ready to go to work. He was even afraid you wouldn’t be up to it after…well…’

He fell silent, alarmed by the grim look that had come over Lysandros’s face.

‘Quite,’ he said in a quiet voice that was more frightening than a shout. ‘Well, it’s a long time ago. The past is over.’

‘Yes, and your father said that all his fears were groundless because when you returned you were different, a tiger who terrified everyone. He was so proud.’

‘Well, let’s hope I terrify Homer Lukas. Otherwise I’m losing my touch.’

‘Perhaps you should be scared,’ Stavros said. ‘Such threats he’s been uttering since you recently bilked him and his son of billions. Stole billions, according to him.’

‘I didn’t steal anything, I merely offered the client a better deal,’ Lysandros said indifferently.

‘But it was at the last minute,’ Stavros recalled. ‘Apparently they were all assembled to sign the contracts, and the client had actually lifted the pen when his phone rang and it was you, giving him some information that you could only have acquired “by disgraceful means”.’