The day is bright.
I am full of expectation for my morning assignment.
Expectation and curiosity.
My meet this morning has a reputation which precedes him.
I try to curb any prejudices which may have crept into my outlook…
Only by remaining focused on the deal will my objectives be successfully delivered.
It is not often that I find myself in this part of the city.
The posh part.
I scan the busy street looking for a number.
Make that billionaires row.
The millionaires here reside in what might otherwise be called tenement squats.
I locate my number and gasp.
A wave of nausea passes through my constitution…
Number Forty-Two is huge.
I mean, enormous!
I steady myself by outlining the fundamentals of my deal.
They are sound.
The grip on my suddenly tatty looking black leather attache case tightens.
I place one foot on the grey marble step and rap on the tall, black, wooden door,
using the extruded golden tongue of the golden Lion’s head affixed to it…