The incoming minister was young by Cabinet standards, but not outrageously so, at a tender forty-one years old. He was impeccably British — thus he steadfastly hid the nervousness which accompanied his third day in his new role — and his name was David Hutchison. The morning briefings had been unremarkable, but that was perhaps because his mind had been focused entirely on his next meeting. The green door swung open to reveal a wood-panelled office, with a vast but empty desk towards one...
