14 December 2020
Who was marooned all alone in a City office during the first great LOCKDOWN
‘Crusoe! What the hell are you doing here?’ With that exclamation, Xanthe, our managing partner, emerged from the express lift. It was the first time it had pinged at the 48th floor in the four long months I had been stranded in the silent offices of Pep Leverage LLP.
Relieved, I lowered the shotgun.
‘Is that my Purdey?,’ Xanthe asked. ‘I’ll take that, if you don’t mind – I dropped by to pick it up for the field season. But more important, why haven’t you answered any of my calls or messages?’