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The VIP rubbed his face. The door of his office opened and he looked up, startled; it was early and he wasn’t expecting anyone in the office just yet. It was his personal assistant. She placed a cup of tea in front of him and brought his daily mail.
“Thanks Kate.” He watched her walk out, admiring her figure. He would miss the view. The VIP rose and went to the window. Sometimes he wondered if he had done the right thing, selling out, but then he recalled the treachery of his own party; he was never going to have the top job. The knives were out yet he knew he was the best man for the job. That would change when he went to China; plus his days studying in Beijing were some of the happiest of his life and he was keen to relive that feeling … if it was not too late.
“To yesterday and t
