When the Devil Drives

'Maybe we should.' Cal's eyes dwelled on her coolly andreflectively.She glanced at Philip, whose expression waveredbetween bewilderment and apprehension. 'Er—until Wednesday,then.''Oh—yes, of course,' he said feebly.She walked past Cal, her head held high, and along the narrowcorridor back to Simon's office. Cal followed her in and closed thedoor.There was a brief and loaded silence, then he said, 'Don't you everbloody learn?''I don't know what you're talking about.''Oh, yes, you do.' The quietness of his tone only seemed to emphasiseits underlying anger and menace. 'If you're thinking of that poor sapas a replacement for Martin, then forget it. It wouldn't work.''Naturally you would think so,' she said bitterly. 'But it's none of yourconcern, and I'll thank you to remember it.''Really?' He sat down on the edge of the desk, regarding her steadily.'What makes you think that?''You heard Simon's message.' She took a deep breath, praying thatshe was right. That Simon was away somewhere, saving their necks.'He's not here because he's arranging a financial deal which is goingto get you out of our lives for good, commercially and personally.''Is he indeed?' He didn't look or sound particularly disconcerted.'What's brought about this sudden rush of blood to the head, Iwonder?'