When the closing remarks came he joined in the applause alongside the legitimate guests of the Lasry Frères Top Executive Breakfast. He then slipped through the door at his end of the room and regained the wide corridor outside, sunk in the depths of the Porte Maillot Conference Centre, so as to be in position when the speaker swept past him.
“Come on,” she said. “My car’s waiting.”
Sylvie Thomas moved swiftly and expertly on clicking heels.
