As he stepped into the arrivals lounge of London Airport, Jack Grant was greeted by an army of faces and bodies jostling for position to be the first to spot their loved ones, families, business colleagues.
They were all a blur and through the exhaustion of recent events, not to mention the excursions to a host of European countries over the past few weeks, he was aware that his concentration levels were ebbing. He also recognized that he was starting to burn out, which for a man in his profession could be a dangerous flaw.
He started to lag behind the rest of his fellow passengers, hoping to buy himself some time, so as to spot someone he knew. Nothing, at least not visible, so with no other option, he decided to make his way outside and stand proudly in front of the terminal. In truth,
