"Yes, I've met some of your resources." Selina eyes were sharp enough to cut. "Seen the before and after of you little Initiative project. I'm not impressed."

Another circling waiter came by with fresh champagne. She took a glass with a nod, but didn't drink.

"I'll put it quite simply. I don't give a damn about whatever power and position you might have had back home. You screw around with those kids, I'll make your life here a living hell." She smiled her best polite little socialite smile. "Are we clear, Tony?"