CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Perhaps you think that I forgot about Magda when I moved to London? Not so. Though Liebermann Brothers could have been a wonderful place to forget.
By the late 1980s, Liebermann Brothers was riding high. It was in tune with the Zeitgeist. Thatcher had crushed the unions. Mining and shipbuilding were the past; tinkering cleverly with money was the future. The Black Monday stock market crash was, as Gerard Kelly liked to put it to clients, ‘in the rear-view mirror’. A flight to quality was underway that could only benefit a pedigree Wall Street firm such as Liebermann Brothers. We were hiring and building a new European headquarters on Cheapside. It was a glitzy tower with a vast glass atrium: empty space that told the world how little we needed to worry about money.
