Chapter 14Sitting opposite the Chief in the dining room at White’s, Stephen Conran licked his upper lip, then caught himself and stopped. It was a nervous habit and the Chief would spot it at once. Stephen had never joined White’s or any of the elite private clubs, though his father had been a member until his death. Stephen found the atmosphere stifling.
The waiter, an older man, as most of the staff were at White’s, quietly approached the table. “Would you like to order now, gentlemen?”
Holding the stem of his wineglass, Ronald Dansinger ordered the rack of lamb, but Stephen shook his head. “Nothing. I can’t stay.”
The Chief raised his glass of red wine, took a mouthful, and closed his eyes for a moment, holding the wine in his mouth before swallowing. “Excellent,” he said, opening hi
