Butterflies

You wouldn’t look twice at the Butterflies Of The Night. The secret of their international dominance has been keeping it drab. Even their outer clothing is matte, as though absorbing light and reflecting none back. You have been surrounded by them and never noticed, I guarantee. When the emergency services roll up after one of their kinetic operations, nobody remembers them. Their operations have led to great wealth and power but it’s never used showily or gaudily. And like discreet old-moneyed families in St James’s or the Hamptons, they recognise each other. Sadly for me, they also recognise impersonators. Instantly.

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