“Dear God. They are copies.”
“What do you think, Mr. Turner?” asked Olivier. Turner settled back into the armchair, and the model products tiptoed out in a single row.
“Incredible,” said Turner once more. Olivier nodded proudly. “Has it ever happened that someone ordered more than one?”
“Yes, it has,” said Olivier.
“What is the largest number of copies ordered?”
Olivier smiled, and recalled a funny story that had happened long ago.
“A Russian billionaire once ordered eight women. The world of Arabian harems was his weakness. He lived in a villa the size of a village, with its own Turkish bath and helipad. He showed me around when I brought him the copies. He did not leave the palace for two weeks. It is interesting to note that though he employed full-time prostitutes, for him it fel
