And in those four months the only thing that man ever asked me for was the name of my solicitor.
He had the whole thing by about the March. The directorship, the filings, the eleven years, the gap between what that company actually turned over and what it was valued at in an office in the November.
And then he said nothing at all about it for eleven weeks.
Because I had told him to leave it.
Four separate times, across about four months, in four different rooms.
Once in a car park in the February.
Lin — can I just look at the numbers?
Eight words. And I said there was nothing to look at, in about two seconds, pleasantly, and he dropped it immediately.
Twice more in the spring.
And once properly, in the April.
He started a sentence with there's something I need to show you about Brackley — and he had clearly worked up to it, because he had asked me to sit down first.
