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It was seven-fifteen when they pulled up at the steps of Parliament House where Paul Henderson was waiting.
“Hendo! This is all your doing, isn’t it, mate?”
“Well, if he didn’t want you, you wouldn’t be here, so I can’t take all the credit.”
“So, are you the PM’s advisor?”
“In some areas, yes.”
“How on Earth did you get that gig?”
“Look, that will keep for another time, but now we need to get you through security and into the conference room. We’ve organised a breakfast with the PM for all twenty-five guests before the official commencement of the appointment of board members. Come on, just follow me.”
Tom wondered what made Paul, and furthermore the prime minister, think he was qualified for a role on the taskforce. Hendo was ambitious, and Tom had always suspected that, after
