Lawrence Hackett passed each of his directors a copy of the blackmail letter, watching them as they read it.
“Andrew,” Lawrence turned to his Chief of Staff, “organize the money.”
“Done,” Andrew replied.
“Gentlemen, we need a plan. I’m happy to lose a million pounds, but frankly, where’s the fun in just handing it over?”
“Do we trust they will destroy the file copy?” Alan said.
“Unlikely. I wouldn’t, would you?” Lawrence asked.
“So, you’re thinking of giving them a bit of scare?” Richard asked.
Lawrence strolled around the oval table.
“The problem is,” he began, “that we don’t know what we’re up against. Is it a couple of crooks with a g*n in their pocket, or a network that will have the train surrounded? Or is it just a pimply-faced kid fresh out of college who’s hacked into somet
