If it wasn’t for the small brass plate inscribed ‘Pizzazz Promotions’ on the front door of the refurbished terrace house, you could be forgiven for thinking the office was someone’s home. It was the latest craze in the trendier suburbs – to make offices appear cosy and intimate, so that when you opened the front door you half expected to be greeted by a dumpling-cheeked old lady in an apron and ushered into the living room for a cup of tea.
It was apparent as soon as Reuben entered, that gentle old ladies and cups of tea were in short supply. His immediate impression was of being in an art gallery. The walls exhibited an array of abstract paintings of brilliantly coloured misshapen objects, like a psychedelic acid trip. Framed photos covered the ochre feature wall behind the reception des
