The Red Pole of Macau (4 page)

“And I’m Ava.”

“Oh, I know you are,” Amanda said. “You’re all I’ve heard about for weeks. And I have to say the family resemblance is remarkable. All of the Lees are too good-looking for their own good.”

It was a forty-minute ride to Sai Kung, and Ava hardly said a word the entire time. Amanda talked and talked. She had been away from Hong Kong for two years, at graduate school in the U.S., she told Ava, and had been back for only nine months. She had met Michael two months after her return, at a charity event at Happy Valley Racetrack — her father owned several horses — and it was love at first sight. They’d been living together for five months and they were planning on marrying. She was an only child and her father had been a bit jealous at first, but he was coming around. It helped that Michael had his own, successful business. As for her, she was working at her father’s import–export business, but her father was locked into the old ways and she could hardly wait for the chance to have more authority.

She stroked Michael’s cheek as she nattered on, and several times she turned towards the back to look at Ava with eyes that were kind and gentle. Ava had lots of experience with self-absorbed Hong Kong princesses. There was something about Amanda, though, that prevented her from pinning on that label too quickly.

Ava couldn’t help noticing that, as bubbly as Amanda was, Michael remained quiet. She figured the meeting at the bank hadn’t gone that well. “Did you get hold of Ma Shing?” she asked during a small gap in Amanda’s monologue.

“Left two messages and asked them to get back to me. Nothing yet.”

Sai Kung Town was on the southern coast of the New Territories, just east of Kowloon. It had been a fishing village but was now more famous for its seafood restaurants, which sold species from all over Southeast Asia. The restaurants faced Clear Water Bay as they surrounded the harbour of the old town, their storefronts distinguished by tiers of huge tanks full of live fish.

Michael had to circle Man Nin Street three times before he found a parking spot a couple of hundred metres away.

Amanda was wearing four-inch stilettos, and even then she was barely taller than Ava. “There are Simon and Jessie,” she said, waving at a couple seated at a table outside a restaurant that had six sets of tanks tiered four deep.

So much for a business meeting
, Ava thought.

Jessie waved back and stood to greet them. She was short, a bit stubby without being fat, and had a mass of frizzy black hair that circled her face, making it look fuller than it probably was. She had a huge grin on her face, and the word
jolly
crept into Ava’s mind. And then she felt a bit guilty because
jolly
was the word her mother used to describe every fat Chinese woman she had ever met.

Simon, on the other hand, barely glanced their way, more interested, it seemed, in the San Miguel beer in his hand. He looked stockier in person, but most striking was his hair, cropped short to his head and now dyed blond.

“Hey,” Michael yelled.

His partner pulled himself to his feet. He couldn’t have been more than five foot six, and Ava guessed his weight was close to two hundred pounds. The two couples exchanged hugs and then Michael introduced Ava. “This is my sister,” he said.

He said it so casually that it startled her, and she almost added “half-sister.” She caught herself and extended her hand. “Nice to meet both of you.”

Jessie was drinking white wine and the bottle was nestled in an ice bucket. When she asked what everyone wanted to drink, Ava and Amanda opted for the wine. Michael joined his partner and ordered beer.

“I hope you don’t mind, but we’ve already chosen dinner,” Jessie said.

Ava had taken a quick look at the tanks as they’d walked past. It was hard to think of anything she wouldn’t like. “That’s perfect,” she said.

“How was your day in Shenzhen?” Michael asked Simon.

“Not bad. The franchisee is thinking of opening a third shop and wanted to negotiate a reduction of his royalty fee. I told him that we couldn’t do that until he had five.”

“Sounds good.”

“More important, how was your day?”

“So-so,” Michael said.

Simon’s face was strained. Beside him Jessie was chatting away with Amanda, neither of them noticing the tension in the men. Jessie and Simon were married, it turned out, and had one child. Ava listened to them and marvelled at the things that could occupy their minds despite their partners’ travails. Then she realized that the women probably didn’t know what was going on. Any last hopes she had about talking business over dinner disappeared.

“Did you reach Chi?” Michael asked.

“No. I left him a couple of voicemails, and unless he’s in the middle of the fucking jungle and didn’t get them, I guess he doesn’t want to talk to me,” Simon said, glancing at Ava.

She wasn’t sure she liked the doubt, the suspicion, maybe even a little hostility, that she saw in his eyes. What exactly had Michael told him about her?

As if on cue, Jessie turned to Ava and said, “What is it you do? Simon was a bit vague about it, although I have to say the little I heard sounded really interesting.”

“I’m an accountant.”

“Oh, come on,” Michael said with a laugh.

“Actually, I’m a forensic accountant.”

“The only forensics I know are on
CSI
,” Jessie said.

“My life is hardly so exciting.”

“But what is it you actually do?”

“Well, when money goes missing, it’s my job to find it. After I’ve found it I try to get it returned to its rightful owner.”

“And how do you do that?”

“Persuasion.”

“You make it sound so simple.”

“It sometimes is.”

Simon looked agitated and began to ask a question, but he was interrupted by a waiter carrying a huge platter. He placed it in the middle of the table while another waiter brought a bottle of soy sauce and a small plate of wasabi and ginger slices. “Lobster and geoduck sashimi,” Jessie said.

Ava looked at the thin, translucent white slices of lobster meat and felt her appetite soar.
God, the Chinese know how to prepare seafood
, she thought.

The five of them ate slowly, savouring every bit. The bottle of wine was emptied and replaced. Two more beers were brought to the table, the chilled bottles glistening. No sooner was the sashimi finished than the platter was replaced by a plate of grilled sliced squid with a touch of teriyaki sauce and a bowl of Manila clams drenched in black bean sauce.

Every so often a short, round bald man wearing an apron peeked out from behind the restaurant door. Simon’s father, Ava guessed. She gave him a vigorous thumbs-up. He beamed.

Next came a spiny Asian lobster, at least five pounds, steamed with garlic, ginger, and onions and cut into manageable portions; two blue crabs, deep-fried and served whole with a chili sauce; and bok choy drizzled with hoisin sauce. They were also served a plate of large whole prawns, the steam still rising from them, the garlic scent tickling Ava’s nose. Jessie and Amanda ate the tails, leaving Ava and the two men to suck the meat from the heads.

Ava was expecting a steamed fish to finish the meal, maybe a sea bream or grouper. Instead the little man came out of the restaurant with a platter holding the largest deep-fried pomfret she had ever seen. She had eaten the fish in Thailand but rarely in Hong Kong or China. It had to be close to four pounds, its skin a golden brown, the flesh on either side cut into cubes they could pluck with chopsticks.

“This is one of the finest seafood meals I’ve ever had,” Ava said to the man as he put the platter on their table.

He smiled at her, and then at Jessie and Simon.

“My father-in-law runs the best seafood restaurant in Sai Kung,” Jessie said. “This is nothing special — this is the way he always cooks. So make sure you come back, and make sure you tell your friends.”

“I will, I will,” Ava said, pleased by the way Jessie had praised him and promoted his business.

They all reached for the pomfret, but before Michael could take his piece his cellphone rang. He looked annoyed as he pulled it out of his shirt pocket, and then anxious when he looked at the incoming number. “Excuse me, I have to take this,” he said, standing and then moving off about twenty metres.

While the women ate, Simon focused his attention on Michael. Ava, watching the two of them out of the corner of her eye, saw Michael motion for Simon. Simon stood and left without saying a word.

Michael covered the mouthpiece of his phone as he talked to Simon, the smaller man nodding his head aggressively. Then Michael moved closer to the table and said, “Ava, can you come here for a minute?”

She thought the other women would find that to be a strange request, but they paid no heed when she walked over to join the men.

“It’s our friends in Macau,” Michael said. “They’re available tomorrow.”

“Where do they want to meet?”

“Macau.”

“Tell them to come to Hong Kong.”

“I tried. It’s a no-go.”

“Then tell them it has to be a neutral site, not their office or their lawyer’s office.”

“Okay.”

“Make sure you tell them I’m coming. No surprises,” she said.

The two partners exchanged glances, and Ava’s previous sense that Simon hadn’t been thrilled to see her was confirmed.

“I’ve already told them. They were reluctant, but I said that you’re our financial adviser and we need a fresh set of ears and some different approaches to handle this matter. We can’t just keep going around in circles,” Michael said, as much to Simon as to her.

Simon shrugged. Michael returned to the phone and told the caller they’d come to Macau, but only if the meeting place was neutral. She could hear the caller arguing, and then Michael said, “If the place isn’t to our liking, we’re not coming.” There was a long silence. Then Michael covered the mouthpiece again. “The Treasure Palace restaurant in the City of Dreams at one o’clock?” he said.

“That’s fine,” Ava said.

“You’re on,” he said to the caller.

Ava said to Simon, “I don’t mean to be rude, but you don’t seem overly pleased that I’m involved in this.”

He took a deep breath. “I thought we could handle it without outside assistance.”

“But we haven’t been able to,” Michael said, after ending the call.

“If you two want to talk alone and if the end result is that I fly home, I won’t have any objections,” she said.

“No, I want you there,” her brother said.

“What the fuck?” Simon said.

“I want her there.”

“Okay, okay.”

They walked back to the table, Simon a few paces ahead of them, his tension visible to Ava’s eye. This was immediately confirmed when he looked at his wife and said, “We have to leave. We have a meeting tomorrow in Macau and I need to get some rest.”

Jessie pointed to the pomfret. “We aren’t finished.”

“I’ll tell my father and I’ll settle the bill,” he said, and then turned and headed towards the kitchen.

The two women stared at Michael. “He’s had a long day,” he said.

Jessie stood. “He’s been having a lot of them lately.”

“It’s a stressful time for the business,” Michael said.

Ava sat at the table, her appetite lost. Amanda Yee picked at the fish, but her eyes were on the kitchen door, where Simon had reappeared with his father by his side. Ava watched the two men hug, and then the older man waved at the table.

Jessie gave a quick hug to Michael and Amanda and then extended her hand to Ava. “I guess we really are leaving now.”

“Nice to meet you,” Ava said.

“And you. Hopefully the next time it won’t be so rushed,” she said as her husband reached the table.

He took his wife by the hand and nodded at them. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he said.

Michael sat down, his eyes on the retreating couple. “I guess we should be heading back soon ourselves,” he said quietly.

“Yes,” Ava said, beginning to feel that she had wasted her time and money by flying to Hong Kong.

The car ride back was filled with Amanda’s steady prattle. Michael drove as if every metre required his complete attention, while Ava’s thoughts drifted to their meeting in Macau.

When they got back to the Mandarin, Michael got out of the car with Ava. “I’ll walk you in,” he said, taking a large brown envelope from the glove compartment.

“No bother.”

“Please.”

Inside the lobby he reached for her hand. “I want to apologize for Simon.”

“No need.”

“Yes, there is need. This is not like him, not like him at all. He’s been a wonderful friend and a great business partner. This has thrown him for a loop. He blames himself for all of it and is struggling with the fact that his other best friend, David Chi, helped create the situation.”

“I know,” she said.

“I’m convinced Chi screwed us over.”

Well, he understands that at least
, she thought. “Probably,” she said.

“And Simon has trouble accepting that.”

“At the end of day, the business and you will win out.”

“I hope so.”

“One thing, Michael. What do Amanda and Jessie know about all this?”

“They know about the project, of course, but not that it’s gone off the rails so badly. It’s better that way. They couldn’t handle the stress.”

They couldn’t do much worse than you and Simon
, she thought, but simply said, “Whatever.” It must have sounded dismissive, because she saw his face collapse. In that moment he looked exactly like her father the last time she had seen him. “Michael, relax. We’ll work this out.”

“We have to.”

“Well, if we don’t, at least that was one hell of a meal, and it was on the house,” she said.

“You’re joking?”

“Yes, I am.”

His laugh was forced. “So, tomorrow?”

“We’ll need to catch the jetfoil at eleven thirty.”

“Then we’ll pick you up at eleven.”

“That’s fine,” she said.

He offered the envelope to her. “I brought along the financials of our company. I thought you might go over them before the meeting. We are viable, you know. I want you to understand that if we can get through this we have a bright enough future.”