THIRTY-EIGHT
The Cabinet Secretary, Chief Whip, and Admiral Chit Wesley, sat patiently around the table, blissfully unaware of what was going on around them, no more than a few hundred metres away. John Sexton was late. They were not worried, he had a reputation for Maverick behaviour, and in the rarefied circles of High Finance, being a tad late for meetings got you tagged as eccentric; transgress more than once, and you were a Maverick. Still, even by John’s standards, this was late.
They sipped and savoured the Pomerol.
The meeting of Bankers in Mayfair broke up. John would have liked to stay with Jacqueline, but she had a private jet taking her to Paris, and he had promised Jack he would attend what he hoped would be the last meeting of the Pall Mall, Star Chamber. Some Bankers stay
