White Tiger

but not right now.’
    I snorted with exasperation and stomped off to Simone’s room.
    ‘Can you tell me anything at all about what your dad does, Simone?’ I said as I tucked her in and pulled out her favourite storybook. ‘When he’s at home, he’s either locked in the training room or in his office. I hardly see him to ask him. And Leo won’t tell me.’
    ‘I promised them I wouldn’t,’ Simone said, snuggling further under the quilt. ‘You have to ask them.’
    I sighed. ‘I want to know what’s going on.’
    ‘I want you to know too. None of the aunties and uncles can come over ‘cause you don’t know about them. I miss Uncle Bai. We can’t do any of the special fun stuff. Daddy even had a big argument with Leo about getting the students in ‘cause Leo said they’d do something special and you’d see it.’
    ‘What sort of special stuff can they do?’
    She shook her head with a small smile. ‘I promised.’
    When Simone was sleeping I went up the hallway to the kitchen and stopped. The door to the training room was glowing; a golden light leaked around it.
    Mr Chen charged out of the dining room, threw open the door of the training room and slammed it shut behind him.
    The light blinked off and I heard excited voices inside, but couldn’t understand what they were saying.
    Mr Chen came back out, and stopped when he saw me. ‘Is Simone all right, Miss Donahoe?’
    ‘I just put her to bed. I was going to the kitchen for a cup of tea.’
    He nodded and continued up the hall towards the dining room.
    The two teenagers came out of the training room. The girl was helping the boy; he was leaning heavily on her. His face was ashen. They moved away from me, not noticing my presence behind them.
    ‘Go and rest,’ she said.
    ‘I can’t believe I did it,’ he said. ‘After trying for so long. Finally.’
    ‘You must recentre it.’ She helped him to the end of the hall. ‘Don’t want to kill yourself now that you’ve finally gained the skill.’
    ‘Did you hear what the Dark Lord said?’
    ‘Which part?’ She was obviously amused. ‘The part about trying it alone again and he’ll throw you out, or the part about being one of the best energy students he’s had in a while?’
    They turned to go into the student rooms, saw me and clammed up completely.
    I stood speechless, wondering. She’d called him the Dark Lord. One of the titles for Xuan Tian Shang Di was the Dark Lord of the Northern Heavens.
    I returned to my room and flipped open the book. I referred to another one. Yep, definitely Dark Lord.
    No way.

CHAPTER FIVE
    O ver the next few months the weather grew hotter and the Hong Kong summer arrived. I had to keep my air conditioner on day and night to stay comfortable. Monica replaced my traditional silk bed quilt with a lighter polyester-filled ‘air-con’ quilt.
    I was still enjoying Mr Chen’s and Simone’s company, although I didn’t see as much of him as I would have liked. Leo’s promise of telling me about Mr Chen’s ‘secret’ in three weeks had stretched into a vague ‘later’, and eventually I gave up.
    I didn’t really mind not knowing. Simone was a delight to be with—creative and good-natured. And Mr Chen was a caring and considerate employer, always concerned that I spent too much time with Simone and didn’t take enough breaks. Eventually I had to explain to him that I didn’t consider being with Simone as work.
    His dark eyes wrinkled up when he smiled, and sparkled with intelligence and good humour. He was always interesting to talk to over the dinner table, and I occasionally skipped dinner with the girls to spend time with him.
    I often found myself wondering what it would be like to have his strong arms around me, but he was olderthan me and he was my employer. Not going to happen, I was way too professional for that.
    But he really did have very lovely eyes.
    By the middle of August I was sick to death of staying inside in the air conditioning. Most of the time it was too hot and humid to go out, but the continued confinement wore me down and eventually I gave up.
    ‘Can someone escort us to the beach tomorrow?’ I asked over the dinner table.
    ‘I’ll do it,’ Leo said.
    ‘I’ll come too,’ Mr Chen said. ‘Some time beside the sea would be good.’
    Simone jiggled with happiness so much that she fell off her chair and took her apple juice with her.
    ‘“Did a Simone”,’ Leo said.
    Simone’s face popped up over the edge of the