That was until I sensed the woman on my left tense up.

———–Andy———

Oh ***** I felt Shane look round as I tensed but I couldn’t help it I was sat facing the crowd and happened to be watching as it parted and worst human being I had met since being in L.A, and I had been in jail remember so that’s saying something, walked back into my life.

“Ah miss Summers I have been hoping I might bump into you again. It turns out you can be a hard person to find. But here we are so you mind if I sit.”

God I am English and even I could hear the hideous high-pitched falseness of her accent as she sat without waiting for a reply in the seat my wife had occupied before she went to the loo.

She was all smiles as she ordered a drink and glanced around the table. As soon as she had come over I had felt the atmosphere change and almost everyone looked ready to move even through the amount of alcohol we had all consumed. Still I was at a loss as to why they had reacted this way.

“Miss summers I have tried repeatedly to call you and now I have finally tracked you down I am going to offer you one more chance to have your artists work in my museum.”

It took me a minute but the lie sounded convincing even to me.

“Sorry Helena but I am afraid that the contracts were signed this morning the work will premier in the Bette Porter-Kennard galleries L.A. in six week and then in New York Ten weeks after that with residual rights to new pieces for a total of eighteen months. Your too late.”

I saw her face contort but it was not aimed at me she was looking at Bette.

————Tina———–

God she looked mad. It had been fifteen years since the fiasco of Helena and me and still she had a grudge against Bette. I knew that Andy had lied about the contract but I knew that the deal was good and that if I did not do something there could be a lot of bloodshed before bedtime.