Chapter Fourteen“Did old Henderson really snuff it while he was on the job?”
Greenfield surveyed the gangling youth, seemingly still battling with the teenage traumas of acne, standing before him and wondered whatever happened to innocence. When he had become the junior member of the firm more than twenty-five years before, a shy, hesitant refugee from a sheltered, cosseted upbringing, he would barely have understood the rumours sweeping the office about the demise of their Managing Director. How did this change come about, whereby modern youth knew and talked openly of facets of life he, at their age, even if he understood, could not have mentioned without an obvious reddening of the face?
“For Heaven's sake, Graham. Show a little respect.”
The reprimand proved a wasted gesture.
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