The Marriage Act(90)
‘Fuck that,’ he snapped, and moved towards it, yanking it from the wall and stamping on it with the heel of his trainer until the bamboo casing split. Corrine took a step back. ‘Every one of my Government contracts has been revoked with immediate effect,’ he continued. ‘Even the ones we were in the middle of negotiating have been cancelled.’
‘Why?’
‘They’re claiming there are dozens of safety issues with the Phoenix estate we built in New Swindon . . . poor workmanship, sink hole risks, cracked concrete foundations and weakened steel. They’re suing us for breach of contract if we don’t rebuild and use a higher percentage of renewable resources like wood. And they’re refusing to buy the land they’d agreed in principle to purchase from us if we don’t.’
‘Can’t you do as they ask?’
‘No, because their claims are all bullshit! We don’t have the means to build an entire estate from scratch.’
‘So what does that mean?’
‘It means everything we’ve invested in is now worthless. We’re left with thousands of acres of land that no one wants.’
‘Are you just being stubborn and don’t want to admit there are problems?’
‘How can I admit anything when these problems don’t exist? They’re all fabricated. I’ve been through every one of them with my team and none of them have any merit.’
‘Can you take legal action against them?’
‘A counterclaim will take years and I can’t afford the legal bills. We’ll have to consider liquidation if they don’t change their minds. We’ll be broke.’
‘You mean the business will be?’
‘No, us. I’ve ploughed all our savings into it.’
‘Oh my God, Mitchell! How could you have done something so stupid?’
‘I don’t need a lecture. For years it’s been a sure thing. Predict where to buy next, shell out for the land, get the contracts for the developments, build and then sell it to the Government. It’s what we did in New Halifax then New Portsmouth and we made millions. Invest, earn, invest, earn and so on. Once we go into liquidation, they’ll probably be able to buy the land more cheaply from the liquidator.’
Corrine rubbed at her eyes. ‘Well, at least we still have the house.’
Mitchell turned away.
‘Mitchell?’
‘The business owns the house,’ he said quietly.
‘Since when?’
‘Since we bought it. I told you we could afford it but, at the time, we couldn’t. So it became company property and we paid a nominal annual rent. And when the business took off, I didn’t see the point in buying it back.’
‘There must be something you can do?’
‘I’ve been making calls all morning but no one is budging. It’s as if they’ve targeted me and are deliberately trying to destroy me.’
Eleanor Harrison’s face appeared in Corrine’s head with such speed it almost knocked her over. She was responsible for this. It was why her request to put pressure on Mitchell had taken so long. She wasn’t only going to destroy Mitchell, she was going to take down Corrine with him too.
74
Jeffrey
Five days had passed since Noah had left Luca to stay with a friend. And as far as Jeffrey could ascertain, contact between the couple had been minimal and perfunctory. Jeffrey regularly accessed Noah’s private and work emails and scanned his browser history. They yielded little information, only an interest in Freedom for All’s forthcoming London protest march. There was certainly no clue as to what he had planned next, if anything at all.
Jeffrey briefly mulled over following Noah again as he had when he discovered his attendance at an FFA meeting. But he chose to take advantage of his alone time with Luca instead. And to his surprise – and delight – it was his client who had asked to continue their counselling sessions, albeit alone. Jeffrey was careful never to directly criticize Noah or their marriage, preferring to ask questions he knew might illicit negative responses. Each one of Luca’s tears filled Jeffrey with hope.
As each session ended, they switched effortlessly from Relationship Responder and client to something resembling friends. If they weren’t going into battle with headset controllers in the virtual world of computer gaming (which Noah hated), they visited the cinema (large screens gave Noah migraines), went running (Noah suffered painful shin splints), sang along to pop songs on music playlists (Noah preferred classical music) or Luca cooked for them as an appreciative Jeffrey savoured every mouthful.
Jeffrey had never felt so comfortable in someone’s presence as he did with Luca. Earlier that day, they had bumped into each other as they’d loaded the dishwasher and Jeffrey had wrenched his hand away from Luca’s chest. And when Luca tried to tame the hair that always stuck up on the crown of Jeffrey’s head with product, Jeffrey thought his goosebumps might pop. Now, as they streamed a classic James Bond movie, they were sitting so closely together on the sofa that their legs were touching, as Luca and Noah’s often had. Neither Jeffrey nor Luca hurried to separate them.
It had been Jeffrey’s suggestion to open a bottle of wine despite it being only late afternoon. He had to make Luca understand that closing one chapter to immediately open a new one wasn’t something to be wary of; some opportunities were there to be seized.