We sat looking up at the great white tower. ‘I can imagine what’s going on up there now,’ Isabel said. ‘Celebrations. The market’s up. Ricardo owns the firm.’
‘Do you wish you were there?’ I asked.
‘I’m ashamed to admit it after all that’s happened. But kind of.’
‘I can’t believe he did it. That he won.’
‘He always wins.’
‘I know.’ I turned to her. ‘What are you going to do now?’
‘I’ve been talking a lot with my father. He says the takeover bid for Dekker Ward made him realize that Banco Horizonte should have an international operation. He wants to start one in London. And he wants me to run it.’
‘Are you going to do it?’ I asked her.
‘I think so. It would be a chance to do investment banking my way. It would only be a small operation to start with, but I could make it work well.’
‘It’s a good idea.’
‘What about you? What are you going to do? Are you going to try to find another job in the City?’
‘No way. Not after what happened to Jamie. And what nearly happened to me. Pushkin beckons. I’m going to finish that bloody thesis. Actually, I’m quite looking forward to it.’ I sighed. ‘But I’ll need to earn some money while I’m doing it. I might try to get a job teaching Russian at a private school somewhere. Maybe coach rugby as well. I don’t know.’
‘Would that be in London?’ she asked.
‘If I can find a job here,’ I said. ‘But that might be difficult. I could end up anywhere.’
‘That would be a shame,’ Isabel said.
‘Yes, it would.’
We sat in silence. Isabel stared up at the great tower in front of us. ‘You could stay in London with me. At my flat. I’m planning to move back in tomorrow.’
I smiled at her, but shook my head. ‘I can’t be your kept man.’
‘Oh, Nick, don’t be so proud!’ Isabel paused a moment. ‘But I can understand your pride. God knows I’ve spent most of my life trying not to live off my father. In fact, I spent so much time doing that I didn’t realize how much he loved me.’
She moved closer to me, and squeezed my hand.
‘You do realize that I love you?’
My heart leaped. ‘Do you?’ I said.
She nodded. ‘Well, then?’
It was what I had wanted to hear for so long. But I still didn’t know what I was going to do. Living off Isabel just didn’t seem right.
‘Well, that means that I want to be with you,’ she continued. ‘So if I have to go and follow you to some little town in the middle of nowhere, and be a schoolmaster’s...’ she hesitated ‘... girlfriend, I’ll do it.’
I was stunned. The thought of Isabel coming with me hadn’t occurred to me.
For a moment I imagined that life together. But it wasn’t right either. ‘No, Isabel,’ I said, stroking her hair. ‘I wouldn’t ask you to do that.’
She lifted her head up to me and smiled. ‘You don’t have to ask. I want to be with you. If that’s the only way I can do it, so be it.’
I knew she was serious. She absolutely meant it.
‘But that doesn’t make any sense,’ I protested. ‘You’re going to be doing something you really enjoy. Something you’re good at. I wouldn’t want you to give it up for me.’
We sat in silence, both of us wrestling with the problem. I didn’t know what the solution was but I did know that, whatever happened, I wanted to be with Isabel.
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. ‘Look, Nick,’ she said. ‘What you really want to do is finish that Ph.D., isn’t it?’
I nodded.
‘Well, why don’t you finish it? You can live in my flat rent free. Get a job in a bar, or something, so you can afford to pay for your own cornflakes. I know you. You’re cheap enough. You can get by on virtually nothing.’
Her face was full of enthusiasm, of optimism for the life ahead of us. She was right. That would work. That would work very well.