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George Penfold smashed his fist into the two-hundred-year-old oak desk and swore.
Reynolds, his head of security, had just left the office. George had ordered Harvey to get Van Zyl on the line, wherever he was. He was looking straight down the barrel of a class-A disaster.
Harvey Reynolds was the only other person in the London office who knew about the exchange. He was the fixer, the man who usually acted as the go-between in the various smuggling deals which resulted in a profit that made the handsome wage George drew from his family’s company look like chickenfeed.
There were two George Penfolds.
His family, his employees and the people he did business with saw the youthful, fit, astute businessman steering the company from one successful strategic venture to another. Other men m
