"f**k me, Sarah, what have you got? WMDs in the Middle East again? The Queen's f*****g one of her footmen?"
"It's to do with a senior politician, here in the UK, but I can't say anymore."
"Well, what can I do for you?"
"We need to get an invite to Downing Street. A sort of unofficial invite."
"Christ on a bike, Sarah, what the f**k is this!?"
"Like I said, it's sensitive."
Sir Hector paused for a moment.
"Okay then, give me twenty minutes, then someone from Downing Street will call you on your direct line."
"Thank you, Sir Hector."
"I'm over in Europe next week. I'm meeting officials in Brussels. But I'll stop off in London for a day or two. You can explain all this to me in person."
"Okay, thank you."
He nodded, then his image disappeared, replaced by a Skype logo. In the end,
