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Chapter 147
James Richard is as good as his word. The project site is vast. Even for me, the tour is an eye-opener as I’ve not trodden the ground the way he has. And for the first time, I see his enthusiasm for what he does. Always before in our discussions, he has been ‘the money-man’, the financier’, the Boss’. Now I see the man and the sheer depth of his belief in what he is doing. He loves The City. It’s as simple as that. And as we cover the ground, he paints word-pictures for Charlotte of what is to be. There’s precious little to see just now; it’s all flattened rubble and demolition. The main works going on are ground-works and preparation for what is to come. We visit the site of my bridge, the part of the project that brought me into all this in the first place. Richard points out pilings
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