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Michelle booked the meeting in Juliette’s calendar, on the following Friday for Graham and me. As I came out of her office I turned left to walk past Graham’s office. All the offices on the Executive floor had misted glass walls and clear glass doors to keep an element of privacy but also let natural light into the corridor and save on electricity. There were unconfirmed rumors that the glass for each office cost £10,000 (about US$ 20,000). Graham was in his room with the door open so I knocked (or kind of ‘donged’) on the glass wall just next to it and walked in.

“Hey, Graham, when can we get together?”

Graham was about six-foot-four, mid-forties with red hair and brown shoes. None of us knew much about him. At executive meetings he tended to hide in the shadows much of the time, but Juliette swore by him.

“Let’s start tomorrow. I can do an hour and a half first thing, then I’ve got to go off to Whitehall.”...