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time at The Kitty Kat. All of them were suited and looked darkly serious about their discussions.
    One was Tommy Hearn. In his late forties, Amy had met him on many occasions. He and his wife, Jemima, had even dined at their house several times. Tommy had worked with Riley’s dad, Cazwell Hart, when he was alive and Riley had worked with him ever since he took over the business.
    Their dinner get-togethers were always dreaded by Amy. Riley and Tommy would disappear to talk ‘the joy of plastics’ while Amy would be left to entertain the exceedingly dull Jemima, whose idea of a good time was extolling the virtues of Tchaikovsky. If Amy had heard her say ‘such a troubled man, tried to kill himself, died of cholera’ once, she had heard it an overture-lasting million times. After a few hours with Jemima, Amy had often been tempted to join the composer and reach for the nearest weapon of destruction. There was just something about the woman that Amy couldn’t gel with. She may have been from a different generation but to Amy she may as well have just landed from a different planet.
    Amy had been surprised when she’d spotted Jemima in the club earlier that evening. To say that The Kitty Kat was out of Jemima’s comfort zone was a huge understatement. She was definitely more pouty than party.
    Alongside Riley and Tommy she could see Adam Rich, father of Lily aka ‘Filthy’ and husband of famed society glamourpuss, Caitlyn Rich, not that either of them knew of their daughter’s narcotic sideline. As far as they knew, Lily was employed by Amy and Riley to garner PR for the club and to make sure everything ran beyond smoothly. Adam himself was anything but smooth. Bald and constantly unshaven he was rougher than a bricklayer’s handshake. Amy had never seen him look happy. To Amy he looked like a man who would happily drown puppies with one hand while bottling a happy clapping do-gooder with the other. Amy had once asked Lily what her father did for a living. Her reply was straight to the point. ‘Fuck knows, he’s a businessman, whatever that means, but he earns enough to keep my mother up to her reconstructed chins in diamonds and designer frocks and a bloody good roof over my head so we’re all happy. I could move out given the dosh I earn but I like my home comforts too much, even if my mother’s taste in decor is more OTT than the whole of Dubai. She’s started collecting mirrored statues for Christ’s sake and putting them everywhere. She’s always down in London buying them or having them commissioned. She’s just moved a full-size David , covered in head to toe mirror mosaic into the entrance hall. It has a bloody mirrored cock! But I keep schtum and don’t rock the boat. Nothing beats free rent and a team of maids cleaning up after you plus the best chef this side of Tom Aikens and Jamie Oliver at your beck and call. Mother settles for nothing less and Daddy pays for it all. So who cares what the fuck he does for a living?’
    The other man at the table was Winston Curtis, a huge slab of a man with skin the colour of liquorice. An e-cigarette constantly hung from his lips, a plume of swirling vape smoke drifting into the air. Despite the smoking ban that had come into place even before the club opened, Amy had always had to turn a blind eye to Riley’s colleagues. Ciggies and cigars were banned but she bent the rules for vaping. Alongside ‘Filthy’ Lily’s illegal stash it hardly seemed so bad.
    Amy had always found Winston as charming as he was massive, adoring his bear hugs when he greeted her at the club. He’d worked alongside Riley for the last few years as his advisor. Anything Riley needed, from financial know-how through to the laws of hiring and firing, he was the man. He was rarely away from Riley's side.
    Amy glanced at her watch. It was approaching 3am. The club normally started turning out about that time