Rachel's father David was already waiting in his own house, and was delighted to see Horus.

Hurrying over, he shook his hand and beamed, "To what do we owe the pleasure, Mr. Daven? This is unprecedented."

Horus smiled in turn. "My board chair sent me to discuss something with you, Mr. Getty… It's about oil, to be specific."

David nodded. "That's never a problem. How much shale oil do you intend to sell through us?"

"No," Horus shook his head as he explained solemnly, "We intend to buy, not s