Sarah looked out of the office window. The day was melting into night.
‘Where exactly is your husband at the moment? said Alex.
‘He’s in Poland at some sort of cinematography festival though knowing him he’ll be creeping through as many brothels as he can.’
‘Perhaps we can negotiate a settlement with him. A goodwill payment, for example?’
‘Julian’s a film producer. He hasn’t an ounce of goodwill in his body,’ said Sarah.
‘Well, what will you do?’ he said.
‘I don’t know but I’ll have to think of something,’ said Sarah. ‘The man is b****y smothering me.’
* * *
‘Wow, this place is so, so kitsch! It’s like something out of an old eighties TV series, like Miami Vice,’ said Sarah.
‘I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t even born in the eighties,’ said Robert, shrugging.
Sarah grimaced.
The Venus
