"And do what?"
"I'm going to be the next head of the International Monetary Fund."
"Christ! Why would you want to do that?"
"Who's the current head of the IMF?"
"God knows."
"Well, there's your answer. No one cares or is remotely interested in the head of the IMF. Well, most people don't care. I will disappear from the front of the British papers. Hannah and I can live anonymously, or near enough, in Washington. We won't be able to live openly as a couple, but it will be a lot easier."
"Yeah, I suppose so. If you're certain it's the right thing to do?"
"I am. There's one other thing."
"Christ, what now?"
"Hannah's pregnant."
"Fuck..."
"Yeah, that's pretty much what I said."
"How far along is she?"
"Three months. It must've happened round about the time we first met. We've just
