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wear him down. Slumped in the back of a cab, however, he was glad that fame and money had bought him his discreet pied-à-terre by the river. In a few minutes he would be safe inside and he could put this horrible incident behind him.
    ‘Hey,’ said the cabby as they moved out into traffic. ‘Aren’t you that actor, wassissname?’
    ‘I wish,’ said Sam, pushing his sunglasses further up his nose. ‘I get that all the time.’ He could see the cabby looking thoughtful in his rear-view mirror.
    ‘Sam Charles. That’s his name,’ he said finally. ‘Done really well for himself that one, eh? That girlfriend of his, Jessica whatnot. She’s a cracker, she is. Wouldn’t mind being shacked up with her, eh. Eh?’ he said, turning round for his passenger’s approval.
    ‘Yeah,’ said Sam, looking out of the window to the world beyond his gilded cage. ‘I bet that would be brilliant.’

3
     
    Matt Donovan had never been more anxious, curious, angry or excited to take receipt of a birthday present in his entire life. He stood outside the smart Broadwick Street offices of London’s most famous media law powerhouse, and exhaled deeply before he stepped inside.
    You can do this, he told himself as he walked towards the glass and stainless-steel reception desk of Donovan Pierce solicitors. You have to do this, he reminded himself, recalling the last trying six months, which had seen his business collapse, his life savings depleted and his professional reputation as a lawyer sail perilously close to ruin.
    ‘I’m here to see Helen Pierce,’ he told the model-grade blonde behind the desk. She was as smart and chic as her surroundings – floor-to-ceiling windows and sculpted cutting-edge furniture all gave the impression of an ultra-modern global company that was connected in every sense.
    ‘Can I take your name?’ she asked without changing expression. Instantly he wished he’d splashed out on a new suit instead of the old faithful that had seen several years of service. Then again, until his father’s remarkable offer a few weeks earlier, he’d been in no position to pay his mortgage, let alone invest in a wardrobe full of Paul Smith just to make a good impression.
    ‘Donovan. Matthew Donovan,’ he said as the blonde leapt up, tugging her tight pencil skirt into place.
    ‘I’m so sorry, Mr Donovan. I’m to escort you straight to the boardroom. Everyone’s very excited you’re here,’ she gushed, leading him down the corridor.
    Matthew grimaced. He’d made it clear that a condition of coming here was that he should be treated just like any other employee, but he should have known: low-key was not the way his father operated.
    Stay calm, he said to himself. It’s only a job.
    But as the door swung back, he was confronted by a roomful of people, all standing to clap. He gasped.
    ‘Matthew!’ boomed Larry Donovan, slapping his palm against the back of Matt’s suit.
    ‘So good to have you here at last.’
    Matt stiffened in his father’s alien embrace. Until six weeks ago, Larry Donovan had been a remote figure in his life. He had divorced his mother Katherine when Matthew was barely eight, and when he did swan in, it was always with a grand gesture or a theatrical flourish: the time he had turned up at Matthew’s twelfth birthday party with a troupe of juggling clowns, or the day Matthew had passed his driving test and Larry had a Porsche Carrera delivered to his door, complete with a card reading ‘There’s a bottle of bubbly in the glovebox.’ And now this, the biggest, most surprising gesture of all.
    Keeping his arm around Matthew’s shoulders, his father addressed the room.
    ‘Everyone, this is Matthew, one of the best young lawyers in the country and a definite chip off the old block. Now that I’m being put out to pasture, I think he’ll fill the hole nicely. Matthew’s a family law specialist, which means that Donovan Pierce will now be able to provide a wrap-around service for our