I am interested. Of course.’ Patrick smiled at Saul Finlayson. ‘It sounds like a fascinating opportunity.’ That was, he knew, a rather understated response to Finlayson’s proposition, conveyed via Jonjo, that Finlayson, one of the biggest movers and shakers in the City of London, and runner of a very successful, fairly new hedge fund, was looking for someone with Patrick’s qualifications and experience to work for him personally as a research analyst. And that was a dizzying prospect, of possibly finding himself in the heady uplands of a market that he hardly understood, let alone where he might have something to offer. Jonjo had arranged for them to meet in the Blue Bar at the Berkeley Hotel, near Finlayson’s office, so that he might meet the man and hear his proposition first hand. ‘I think you’ll like him, extraordinary fellow,’ Jonjo had said, ‘but you must make your own mind up about that.’ Finlayson smiled back at him now; but so briefly that a blink would have obscured it.
