He had spent the past eight years managing the Bao family’s offshore accounts, but they were such a secretive lot, he had never met any of them until today. So glad to meet you, but I’m sorry we had to meet like this.” Eddie smiled in relief. Bao? Bao Shaoyen?” Eddie inquired in Mandarin. Minutes later, Eddie found himself being led to row 37, seat E of the aircraft-economy class-where a petite woman in a white vicu?a turtleneck and gray flannel slacks sat sandwiched between two passengers.

Can you check the flight manifest or something?” Eddie demanded. Bao needed to be accommodated.īut where exactly was the lady? Eddie expected to find her seated nearby, but the chief purser informed him that there was no such person by that name in the cabin. Bao was on this godforsaken plane, and Mrs. It had been years since he had suffered the indignity of flying commercial, but Mrs. Five hours ago he had been interrupted during a luncheon at the Hong Kong Club, rushed aboard the company jet bound for Beijing, and then hustled onto this flight to London. Fucky fuck-the sacrifices I have to make for the bank today! Edison Cheng, the pampered “Prince of Private Bankers”-famous in Hong Kong society pages for his bon vivant lifestyle, his dapper wardrobe, his elegant wife (Fiona), his photogenic children, and his superb lineage (his mother is Alexandra Young, of the Singapore Youngs)-was unaccustomed to such inconveniences. “No, no, that’s fine.” Eddie tossed his ostrich leather briefcase onto the seat like a petulant schoolboy. Cheng, I’m afraid British Airways does not have private cabins in first class.*1 But if you’d allow me to show you some of the special features of your seat-” “But where are the cabins?” Eddie asked, still confused. Cheng,” the man in the crisp navy uniform informed him. Take me to first class,” Edison Cheng said contemptuously to the flight attendant escorting him to his seat.

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