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to the stern platform so Devia could step on board. She held on to the chrome handrail and pulled her chunky body up as Julian started to fit the
dinghy
lines to the winch so it could be hauled up and out of the water.  She stayed where she had boarded and waited for him to finish.  She waited for him to step up and go through to switch on the lights for the yacht.  When he had done so, she walked inside and put her things on the plush sofa.  It was a beautiful stateroom, with shiny teak cabinets and floor, and large windows, which normally had a beautiful view, but tonight showed a thickening pea soup of a fog outside.
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Julian was radioing in and explaining to Andrew what was happening, Devia crossed the room and placed her camera on the shelf behind a sculpture.  She checked that only the lens was visible.  She turned the timer on.
    ‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’
    Julian looked up to see what the noise was, he knew the boat inside out and he knew her every sound and creak.
    “What’s that sound? Do you hear anything?” He cocked his head to the side as he looked around for it.
    “No,” she said, suddenly realising she had to think of something quickly to hide the sound of the camera. “How about some music?” She said loudly. “What do you have on board?”
    “We have every type of music you could think of, more than 40,000 tracks.  What sort of music would you like?” He sounded annoyed.
    “I would like something romantic.
  Do you have any ballads?  Or just soft mood music?
”
    “I am sorry, but I cannot suggest anything there.” It was the last type of music he wanted to hear with her.
    “How about ‘Il Divo’? Do you have that?” She looked at him defiantly.
    “Of course.” He replied sarcastically.
    “Then, that is what I want to hear.” She grinned, please
d
to
get
her own way.
    He reluctantly put the music on for her and tried not to listen. He was happy to hear it any other time, but not with this pushy crazy woman.
     
    She smiled at him happily.
When he returned to the galley, she joined him, and stood very close to him as he was preparing something for them to eat. She made it look as though they were cooking together, she swooned over him, flirted and responded with sly looks and smiles.  She knew it didn’t matter what she said or did, because the pictures would tell their own story.
Her story.  Appearances were everything after all.
     
    Considering Julian wasn’t even talking to her, he thought she was totally crazy.  She was acting as though they were a couple!
Obviously she was delusional, and dangerously so. He tried to ignore her.  The more he did, the harder she tried.
And the way she was pushing her pendulous floppy breasts into his arm was annoying him.  She had tried to put her arm around his waist, in a semi friendly way, but he had stepped away, and openly glowered at her.
    ‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’  The sound of ‘Il Divo’ filled the yacht and covered the sound of the camera.  Devia was delighted.
She
just couldn’t stop smiling
, like a child in front of an enormous ice cream sundae.
Her eyes were adoring and glittering at him. 
     
    He laid the table and set out the special plates they used solely for clients.
He was annoyed because he would have to eat with her. She asked for a candle to be lit and he did so, only upon her insistence.  She loved every minute of his company and she knew how great the pictures would turn out.
    Julian never said a word or looked at her.  He just stared at his plate.
But as he had his back to the camera, she took advantage and made all the facial expressions, putting her hand up in such a way, that it would look, in the pictures, as though she were stroking his hair.
    “What are you doing?” He asked, as he pulled his head away from her hand.
    “Oh, there was a fly, by your head, I just shooed it away, so it wouldn’t land on you.” She said