Sino walked along the wall, staring out of the windows. Actually, he was staring out of the walls, because the building was made of glass. On one side, the tatty towers of Kowloon stretched into the distance; on the other, boats and ferries cut their way through the grey-blue water of Hong Kong harbour. In the middle was Hong Kong Island itself – a beach of skyscrapers framed by tree-topped hills. It was an impressive view. It was what the rest of China was starting to look like.
Sino was in no hurry to sit down. He liked to sit in the front row, and the front row was always the last to fill up. He usually waited until there were almost no seats left before taking his. That way, no-one would know whether he was sitting in the front row because he wanted to or because he had to.
Sino had been looking forward to this meeting. He wanted to see the CEO in the flesh, to size him up, to get the measure of a man who commanded a company of this size. He liked to see things in real life; it helped him to imagine himself in those roles and situations. It was something he’d been told to do as a boy, by his grandfather...