CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The boardroom was buzzing with personnel sitting around the long highly polished yew table, each of them clutching their agenda notes and instructions for the big day tomorrow.
Kenny Buxton as Chairman opened the meeting with, ‘Good afternoon, All.’
They all replied back, ‘Good afternoon, Sir.’
Graham made sure he wasn’t late. Demoted to the far end of the table, he could only envy those people who filled the important chairs near the Chairman.
To Kenny Buxton’s right, which should have been his place, sat Guy Ericson. To the left sat his daughter Victoria, looking as beautiful as ever. Next to her sat Beryl his PA taking the minutes and then Jim the events manager and Roger from sales. The remaining people around the table were made up of pilots, jump instructors,
