Alexi is standing proudly, watching me with utter amusement at my reaction. Flicking open the file, I swear I dissolve into a pot of bubbly, warm contentment. It’s the final contract for my new business, as I hoped, and I can’t contain the ecstatic squeal that bursts forth a second time.

Weeks of Alexi negotiating a price and taking over New York’s finest finishing school for ladies of the rich persuasion. A place I will excel at moulding women who come into money and grandeur ...