He worked at International House, a stylish rectangular office block on the approach to Tower Bridge. The main concourse oozed prestige; smartly dressed receptionists stood with contrived smiles greeting the elite mob on arrival. The clicking and clunking of stilettoes and leather heels reverberated off the cold marble floors and high ceiling like a cavalcade of hoofs at Queen’s Parade; a ritual prelude to a frenetic day. The rear floor-to-ceiling glass wall afforded a cinematic view of St Katherine’s Dock, a marina filled with playboy yachts and sailing boats.
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