” “You’ve got him with you..?” “Yes. He’s drunker than a midget doing backstroke in a keg of ale.” I punched the mattress. “Crap.�...’ “You decent?” Letting out a sigh, I pulled the bed sheet back up to my neck. “Yes.” “Right, I’m coming in.” I watched as Lancelot kicked the door open. He had Arthur draped over his shoulder like a wounded knight. Climbing from the bed, I helped Lancelot drag Arthur to the bed “Thanks, Lance, you’re a good friend.” “Arty’s no problem at all. If he wasn’t. So don't be surprised if and when you call, she tries to pretend she's me." Well that could get awkward. I guess I'd best not say anything too personal, though how am I to know it really is you I'm even talking to then? Maybe ... we should establish some sort of a code, so when I'm not sure, I can ask you the code word, and if you give back the correct response, then I will know for sure it is you then." That sounds like a plan, what code should we use?" How about this, something simple, but. Chester Beeches' business used to be mostly Christmas trees and livestock when I first started working there. Over the years, they've tried every kind of agriculture there is. It's whatever makes the most profit at the time." And what's that at the moment?" Chloe wondered.Chris shook his head. He'd worked long enough to realise that you couldn't make predictions about what the far distant shareholders and business executives might decide, whether they were based in London, Nanjing or Chester.. She said no, Robert was still up in the room where they were doing the coke, but he had invited us to join him for drinks in the lounge after the reception, as his guest. She'd left it at maybe.After the reception, and it being a Saturday night, there didn't seem to be an empty seat to be had at the bar. We worked our way around the far end of the bar and saw that there were two empty seats, between a gorgeous redhead and a very distinguished looking older gentleman, with a drink in front of.