eighteen
Graham’s comment about me asking him what James felt effectively concluded our discussion, as I didn’t really have a response and he had to move on to another meeting. I went back to the empty restaurant and sat on the sofa Christine and I had been using all along and stared out of the window. The sun was not setting, it was too early in the day, but it seemed like it should have been.
A hand touched me gently on the shoulder. I turned around and it was Christine. She had made it as far as the railway station to catch the train to Windsor and decided to come back. Graham’s PA had told her that we had finished our meeting and Christine had guessed where to find me.
“I’m sorry about earlier, Ian.” she said as she sat down next to me.
“That’s OK. Actually, in a perverse way it helped enormously. Things are becoming clearer by the minute.”
“I’m going to end up working for James, aren’t I?”...