Wildcard
“He had lost weight recently and his clothes were starting to hang badly on him.‘I’m having dinner with Mr Vance,’ he told the receptionist, thinking that eating dinner was the last thing he wanted to do. Food just wasn’t high on his agenda these days.The girl, wearing corporate uniform with a distinctive Scottish theme, pushed her hair back with both hands and checked a small lined notebook in front of her. ‘Mr Vance’s party is in a private dining room this evening, Mr …?’‘Grossart.’‘Mr Grossar...t. William will take you up, sir.’ She smiled, and summoned the short stocky porter lurking by the stairs and Grossart was led to a small dining room, where he found Vance sitting talking with two other men. His first impression was that the men were not scientists; they were dressed too well.‘Come in, Paul,’ said Vance, getting to his feet. ‘I thought it best if we met on neutral ground this time round. Drink?’Grossart asked for a gin and tonic, which Vance ordered before introducing him to the strangers.MoreLess
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