I colour up even further, nodding silently.
He continues, “Suppose we’re six months down the line and you’re deeply involved with him. If he asked you, would you tell him everything?”
“I’m not sure. I mean, what kind of secrets are you asking me to keep?”
“I don’t know yet, Kirstie. I do need to know how much trust I can put in you, and therefore, in Ryan…. By the way, about Ryan, has he given you the company information he was going to send to me?”
“Yes, he has. I’ve already e-mailed it to you.”
He walks over to his desk, flipping up the lid of his laptop. He taps a few keys, scrolls then looks more closely, scrolling for a minute or two, then raising his eyebrows. “Looks good,” he comments. He chews his lip…. “Kirstie, I’d like you to contact Ryan and ask him if he would be free for
