I notice Lucie Pie is up on his feet and sweating like a pig as he stammers out Alexi’s name, but I am too busy grumbling over what a prick he actually is.

Squirm, Oinklet … I hope he treats you as shittily as he just did me.

It might be the only fun I get out of Carrero's starchy pants today. I still can’t believe he humiliated me in his goddamn lift.

Complete and utter wanker.

‘‘Alexi … I, Mr Carrero … I wasn’t expecting you back for a few ...