Kehelland was reading The Financial Times, which he folded carefully and placed on the desk in front of him. He stood and walked out into the middle of the room to shake Rutherford by the hand.
"James, good of you to come. What do you think?"
Rutherford glanced around the expensively decorated office, noting the floor-to-ceiling windows and the panoramic views of London and the Thames. He knew this wasn"t Kehelland"s office; he"d never been invited anywhere near the man"s registered place of work.
"Is this your new office, sir?" He knew how to play the game.
"Goodness, no: far too modern for my tastes. No, this shining edifice is a holding of one of my companies. We keep an office in various buildings in numerous cities around the world in case we need alternative surroundings for meet
