Milly mulled over Lin’s suggestion that he “take out” Pam. It interested her that he wouldn’t take a small lateral step and talk openly. His reticence might stem from caution against eavesdropping, an episode of blackmail in his past, reluctance to confront necessity, an effort to tease or provoke, any number of things. Milly placed this wad firmly in her ruminant disposition for later chewing.

On the question itself, assuming that Lin was serious and not – for example – coat-trailing, Pam was Milly’s counterpart in so many ways that reflecting on her demise carried a strong sense of suicide. An intelligent woman, working alone, Pam had every reason to identify with Milly; the two of them were stronger together than separately. Each could offer advice, comfort, and practical assistance ranging from blue ribbon experts to strong-arm boys. They’d been victims of the same prejudice and insults, usually covert, and fought their way to the top by insulating themselves progressively against the need to consider others’ interests. It didn’t contradict this rational succession that both Pam and Milly served others as acolytes until they replaced their mentors or hopped onto faster rising escalators. The differences between them amounted to an image and its mirrored reflection.

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Antoine was American by birth, but he’d earned the trust of the French, a stubborn disbelieving race. He’d earned it the hard way, in colonial wars that no one cared to talk about. The French regarded him as an adopted child. They believed in him as they did no other American. While to the Americans he remained one of their own.

Antoine supported any regime his masters in the Elysee endorsed. He parlayed weapons into power, power into weapons and diplomacy into both. Blackmail and killing were all in a day’s work, means to an end, available at a price. Antoine effortlessly put politicians’ wishes into practice, and no pigeons came home to roost. It was ideal. Moreover, the adopted child had learned his table manners. He roamed the quai d’orsay with gentile charm and an educated accent, as he strode the halls of Langley sounding like a Boston Brahmin or Chicago Cubs fan as the occasion demanded. No one feared or disliked him or doubted his influence. The Americans couldn’t understand why the French embraced him. The French didn’t know why the Americans welcomed him back. Both exploited him relentlessly against the other. Or tried. Antoine studied Andreas in the bar near the Buttes Chaumont. “Shall we try the Champagne? I really don’t like this Bourgogne,” he said.  

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“I’m a merchant, not an addict,” Milly countered. How did he get my cell number, she wondered. She stepped out of the bath.

“I’ll explain in 20 minutes.”

“I’m busy,” Milly replied. She planned a quiet evening. Fred had moved out. The house was hers alone and she was determined to enjoy it. She didn’t crave company. Rather the reverse: she needed time to let her mind wander aimlessly with her peaceful companions in the dolls’ room.

Lin hung up. Another man incapable of finishing a conversation, Milly thought, there must be a language virus linked to gender. Is Lin coming here? She pressed call-back on her cell; the number was blocked. He doesn’t let women initiate conversations. This elevates the concept of control freak to new heights.

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Carrie wondered if the world was going crazy. She tells an intelligent man that bizarre events are occurring and hammers the message home by adding that they don’t make sense. Not 30 seconds later, while she is describing the irrational occurrences, the intelligent man asks her to make sense. How (Carrie wanted to scream this but instead said she’d call back) can events both be bizarre and make sense? She wasn’t suffering a breakdown. Carrie settled on the assumption that the intelligent man was sleep-deprived or having a bad day.

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There was meat, here, for reflection. On one side, a shooting war with Pam. Milly could smooth things over; she excelled at avoiding conflict. And Pam might have been bluffing; captains of industry rivalled Sir Laurence Olivier on stage. Milly might persuade Pam that the decision lay outside her control and grease the wheels with extra profit. Anything was preferable to the alternative, disregarding the clear instructions of the voice to up her market share. But if Milly sold more, Lin’s favourable pricing would create extra profit she didn’t have to share. War with Pam or war with the voice, keep to existing percentages or rev hers up. No contest. Milly called Lin and they made arrangements.

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Mr Lin’s proposal was to deliver the Asian community. The population of Albany had transformed itself from invariant Caucasian like a down pillow to spotted quilt. 20% of voters were Asian. Of these, the Chinese dominated in number and prosperity. If communities were regarded as migratory birds, the Caucasian flock’s days were numbered. “You still blanket the skies,” Mr Lin conceded. “But we vote as a block and can influence the campaign here and in other key districts including New York and California. In the next decade, more and more ethnic Chinese are going to take office. You want us on your side.”

“That has nothing to do with me,” said Milly.

“Let’s start with campaign funds then,” Lin said. “A million for the Governor to start with. And the same amount for Milly.”

“On behalf of the Governor, he appreciates your contribution. You can work out the mechanics with his fund-raisers. But why give me anything? I’m not running for office.”
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Thick fog blanketed the alley, which squatted like a poor expatriate relation ofHighgate Cemetery in the slums of Albany, New York. The fog swirled and grewdark. Milly sat up as a big man loomed ahead. He was running toward her. Millytried to shout, but the man didn’t hear or understand or care. She found a gun in her hand and squeezed the trigger. The gun dissolved, but the man dropped. Hehit the ground hard. Milly approached warily. She nudged him with her boot. Hehadn’t been shot; he’d been stabbed. But Milly saw no one else around. Puzzled,she quickly searched his pockets. There was nothing there. She pried open hisright fist and found a gold coin. Milly rocked back and forth on her heels,clutching her sides. Which was when she noticed the doll a few feet away. Millyhowled for no reason she could think of, or because the dead man was her fatherand she was a child and didn’t understand how all this had come to pass, orbecause her father’s blood spread like accusing fire over her hands, face andhair. Beside Milly crouched a small figure, doll or girl it wasn’t clear, dressed inmourning. Milly felt panic. The fog began to lift. Around them stretched acityscape of decayed brick buildings armatured with rusty fire escapes, and oneach ladder crouched a wolf. One of the wolves was thin with hunger. He baredhis teeth and leaped to the ground. The wolf circled Milly. Saliva dripped from hisjaws. He drew near and Milly saw a locket hanging from his neck. Milly reachedfor the locket. The wolf snapped at her, but ducked his head and the locketdropped at Milly’s feet. She opened the locket and found a picture of her sister,though she’d never had a sister. The wolf jumped at Milly and Milly screamed.The wolf kissed her. It was night and for a moment Milly didn’t know where shewas. She checked the bedside clock. Milly lay back to collect her thoughts.
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Milly had an inkling now why they’d ended up talking in this room. All entranceswere linked to a sensitive alarm. An entry would be hard to conceal. No onecould install listening devices. The walls and windows were reinforced. If Pamwanted a private spot to strike a deal with Milly, this was far from the worst. AndMilly would feel comfortable on her own terrain. The prospects for successfulnegotiations would be good, very good. Milly had to admire Pam’s planning. IfMilly wanted a partner, she wouldn’t find better.

Pam continued: “We need a profit ratio. We can expand our businesses, but ourrelative size has to stay the same.”

“Or what?”

“War.”

Milly considered. “We really need to know whether we’re cutting into each other’sbusiness.”
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