Chapter Twenty: The GameWhoever thought that nothing ever happened on a Monday had never earned a wage working in the intelligence industry. My 'bravery' of the morning had lost its noteworthiness by the afternoon. The telephone conversation I was having with Fraser was cut short by my senior secretary's unannounced entrance to my office.
“I'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but the PM needs you now. He was most insistent and sounded distinctly angry. He said to tell you to come immediately.”
Haste was not a motion I applied to any given task or pleasure I indulged in; in fact, on more than one occasion life had shown how foolhardy haste could be. There are plenty of jokes, alongside moral stories on the subject of how being slow and careful is far better than being fast and reckless. I will ad
