Scandalous (12 page)

Sasha had given up trying to change Harold’s mind weeks ago. But today, after the lunchtime recess, a miracle had occurred. Walking out of the bathroom, she saw Harold Grier standing alone in the grand foyer of the Senate House with a sheaf of papers in his hand. Harold saw her too and smiled.

“Who’s that?” Sasha’s dad asked her, watching Harold take his seat. Don noticed the way that the Dexter camp’s eyes had all turned to follow him as he made his way to the front of the court.

“I very much hope that’s my knight in shining armor,” whispered Sasha.

The master of St. Michael’s took his seat. “
Silentium Commodo. Villa est in sessium. Existo Sessio.
”

This is it.

Theresa Dexter held her husband’s hand and kept her eyes fixed firmly on the robed figures in front of her. Sometimes the urge to
turn around and look at Sasha Miller was so strong it made her neck hurt. But she knew that if she made eye contact she wouldn’t be able to restrain herself from running over and strangling the girl with her bare hands.
Better to be here than down the road in the Crown Court, on trial for murder
, Theresa told herself.
In an hour this nightmare will be over.

The last two months had been the worst of Theresa Dexter’s life. It was August when Theo had come home, ashen-faced, and told her that he was afraid one of his undergraduates was going to try to lay claim to his theory.

“But why? I mean, that’s ridiculous. How could she possibly lay claim to it?”

“We worked together.” Theo shrugged. “I trusted her. You know, she’s a bright girl, she showed a lot of promise. I thought it would be exciting for her to be involved with something like this. Something groundbreaking.” He shook his head sadly. “I suppose I was naive.”

Theresa had been outraged on Theo’s behalf, sympathetic and practical. “We’ll talk to Ed Gilliam. He’ll know what to do. Try not to worry, darling. At best this girl’s delusional, and at worst she’s a liar. Either way, she can’t hurt you. The truth will come out.”

The next morning, Theo gave the same spiel to Ed Gilliam. When he’d finished, Ed said, “You prick. You were sleeping with her, weren’t you?”

“Sleeping with…? Of course I wasn’t sleeping with her!” Theo blustered. “How dare you imply…”

“I’m going to give you five seconds to stop talking shit and tell me the truth. And if you don’t, I’m going to hang up, play a nice round of golf, and forget you ever existed. OK?”

Theo hesitated. “All right. Yes, OK, I did sleep with her. A couple of times. But it was nothing, a silly fling. She seduced me. Sasha can be very persuasive, you know.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” said Ed. “Pretty young girl plays the victim and next thing you know you’re a pedophile. No one will give a fuck whose theory this is after that. By the way, just out of interest,
did
you steal it?”

“No! Of course I didn’t. The whole thing’s preposterous.”

“Good. Now listen, you leave the PR side of this to me. It’s a nightmare, but I’ve handled worse. The trick is to hit back first, not wait for Lolita to leak the story. I’m going to tell you what to do, and you’re going to do it, no questions asked. We can salvage this thing, but we have to act fast. And Theo?”

“Yes, Ed?”

“Stop lying to me. Save your energy for all the other people you’re going to have to lie to.”

Following Ed Gilliam’s instructions, Theo admitted his affair with Sasha to Theresa that evening, albeit a heavily edited version.

“But…but…we’ve been so happy.” Theresa blinked back tears.

“I know.” Theo hugged her. “I’ve been a fool, T. I
am
happy with you. Sasha was just so vulnerable and so needy. She kept on and on, pursuing me, begging me to be with her. It was relentless. I didn’t realize how psychologically disturbed she was until it was too late. Can you ever forgive me?”

His remorse was so heartfelt Theresa couldn’t help but forgive him, but she was desperately hurt. There was no time to process her feelings, however. The very next morning, a double-page spread ran in the
Daily Mail
, salivating over British science’s newest star’s liaison with his beautiful protégée.

At the breakfast table, Theo shook the newspaper angrily. “Bitch. I can’t believe she’s gone public already. Has she no shame? I mean it’s
not just me she’s hurting. It’s you, and St. Michael’s. The whole physics community gets tainted with this
shit
. How could she?”

“It’s all right, darling.” Theresa touched his arm consolingly. “We’ll get through it together.”

Half an hour later, Theo called Ed Gilliam from the car.

“Nice piece.”

“Yeah. It should do the job. Remember, say nothing to the press, not till I get you that statement. If they doorstep you, keep your cool and look remorseful.”

“Remorseful. Got it.”

“This is only the opening salvo, you know. The war hasn’t begun. Now we have to get the university on our side.”

“Leave that to me,” said Theo.

When Sasha read the
Daily Mail
article she was nearly sick.

“Where do they get this stuff? And who the hell are these ‘insiders’ I’m supposed to have confided in? They make it sound like
I
leaked the story.”

It was only two days since she’d watched Theo on the evening news. She hadn’t even worded her formal complaint to the physics faculty yet, never mind talked to the press.

“He’s playing hardball, isn’t he, the creep?” said Don Miller contemptuously. “We need to get you a lawyer, pronto.”

Theresa sat at Jenny and Jean Paul’s kitchen table, sobbing. Jenny put her arms around her. “It’s all right, lovie. You can cry. Theo’s put you through hell.”

Theresa looked up, wiping her nose on her sleeve like a child. “Oh no. You mustn’t blame Theo. It’s this vicious girl. I mean, yes, Theo made a mistake…”

Jenny raised an eyebrow. “A bit more than a mistake, T.”

“If you could see how sorry he was, Jen. He hates himself for it. And now he stands to lose everything, everything he’s ever worked for. It’s much harder for him than it is for me.”

Jenny’s eyebrows disappeared into her hairline.

“I know I’ve got to be strong, to hold it all together for him. But I…I…” Theresa broke down again. “I started bleeding this morning. I haven’t been to the doctor yet, but I just know. I really thought this time we might be lucky.”

Jenny put her arms around her friend. She knew how hopeful Theresa had been about this new round of IVF. “Oh, darling, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s the stress. Reading all this stuff in the newspapers. This little cow Sasha just doesn’t care. She doesn’t give a damn.”

Jenny was silent. There was so much to say, but she knew Theresa didn’t want to hear any of it.

Theo Dexter had a lot to answer for.