Crawford was effusive in his friendliness. Peter came hesitantly across the threshold into Crawford’s large office. Crawford’s eyes glinted as he saw the wide-eyed look on Peter’s face. The office was designed to impress the uneasy. “Peter O’Byrne, I am pleased to meet you.” Crawford shook his hand and led him towards the conference area. Crawford sat Peter in the low conference sofa. Crawford remained standing, forcing Peter to look up at him. “Coffee Peter?” Crawford offered warmly, moving towards the bar. “Please.” Peter was nervous and it took great effort for him to say the word in a relaxed manner. Crawford rummaged and came out with a tray. A sliver salver loaded with fine china. Not to mention some biscuits. He placed the load on the coffee table in front of Peter and carefully dispensed the coffee into the fine artistically designed cups. “Now Peter, let us address this unfortunate problem,” Crawford opened up the discussion. As he spoke he sat himself opposite Peter.
