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  Buchanan was stunned into a silence that was interrupted by a knock on the door. He looked up to see the young man who had met him in the front hall.

  “Ross, I don’t think you’ve met my personal assistant.”

  14

  EVERYONE STOOD WHEN Mr. Hardcastle entered the room. It had taken Sebastian some time to get used to the esteem in which those who worked at Farthings clearly held their chairman. But when you’ve slept in the next bed to a man for months on end, and seen him unshaven, in his pajamas, peeing into a bottle and snoring, it’s quite difficult to be in awe of him, although within days of their first meeting, Sebastian had come to respect the banker from Huddersfield.

  Mr. Hardcastle waved them down and took his seat at the head of the table.

  “Good morning, gentlemen,” he began, looking around at his colleagues. “I’ve called this meeting because the bank has been offered an extraordinary opportunity that, if handled correctly, might open up a whole new stream of income that could benefit Farthings for many years to come.”

  He had caught the team’s attention.

  “The bank has recently been approached by the founder and chairman of the Japanese engineering company Sony International, who are hoping to arrange a short-term, pre-fixed coupon loan of ten million pounds.”

  Cedric paused so he could study the expressions on the faces of the fourteen top executives seated around the table. They ranged from unconcealed disgust to what an exciting opportunity and almost everything in between. However, Cedric had prepared the next section of his presentation most carefully.

  “The war has been over for fourteen years. Nevertheless, some of you may still feel, as expressed so vividly by the Daily Mirror’s leader this morning, that we should never consider dealing with that ‘war-mongering bunch of Nip bastards.’ However, one or two of you may also have noticed the success the Westminster had when they signed a partnership deal with Deutsche Bank to build a new Mercedes plant in Dortmund. We are being offered a similar opportunity. I want to pause for a moment, and ask every one of you to consider what business will be like in fifteen years’ time. Not today, and certainly not fifteen years ago. Will we continue to display the same old prejudices, or will we have moved on and embraced a new order that accepts that there is a new generation of Japanese who should not be condemned by the past. If anyone in this room feels unable to deal with even the idea of doing business with the Japanese because it will reopen painful wounds, now is the time to make your position clear, because without your wholehearted support, this venture cannot hope to succeed. The last time I uttered those words, through clenched teeth, was in 1947, when I finally allowed a Lancastrian to open an account at Farthings.”

  The ripple of laughter that followed helped to break the tension, although Cedric didn’t doubt that he would still face opposition from some of his senior staff, and that a few of his more conservative customers might even consider moving their accounts to another bank.

  “Now, all I am able to tell you,” he continued, “is that the chairman of Sony International and two of his company directors plan to visit London in about six weeks. They have made it clear that we are not the only bank they are approaching, but at the same time they have let me know that we are at present their favored choice.”

  “Why would Sony even consider us, chairman, when there are several larger banks which specialize in this field?” asked Adrian Sloane, head of the currency exchange desk.

  “You may not believe it, Adrian, but last year I was interviewed by the Economist, and in the photograph taken at my home in Huddersfield, a Sony transistor radio is visible in the background. On such whims are fortunes made.”

  “John Kenneth Galbraith,” said Sebastian.

  A ripple of applause followed from one or two staff who would not normally have considered interrupting the chairman, which caused Sebastian to do something he rarely did, blush.

  “It’s good to know we have at least one educated person in the room,” said the chairman. “On that note, let’s get back to work. If anyone wants to discuss this matter privately, you don’t have to make an appointment, just come and see me.”

  When Cedric returned to his office, Sebastian quickly followed him, and immediately apologized for his off-the-cuff remark.

  “No need, Seb. In fact, you helped clear the air, at the same time as raising your status among the senior staff. Let’s hope it will encourage one or two others to stand up to me in the future. But on to more important matters. I have a job I need you to do.”

  “At last,” said Sebastian, who was sick of escorting valued customers up and down in the lift, only to see the door closed in his face the moment they entered the chairman’s office.

  “How many languages do you speak?”

  “Five, if you include English. But my Hebrew is a little rusty.”

  “Then you’ve got six weeks to learn passable Japanese.”

  “Who will decide if I pass?”

  “The chairman of Sony International.”

  “Ah, so no pressure then.”

  “Jessica told me that when you were on holiday in the family villa in Tuscany, you picked up Italian in three weeks.”

  “Picked up is not mastering,” said Sebastian. “In any case, my sister does have a tendency to exaggerate,” he added, looking at a drawing of Cedric in bed at the Princess Alexandra Hospital, entitled, Portrait of a Dying Man.

  “I don’t have another candidate in mind,” said Cedric, handing him a prospectus. “London University is currently offering three courses in Japanese—beginners, intermediate and advanced. So you’ll be able to spend two weeks on each.” Cedric at least had the grace to laugh.

  The phone on the chairman’s desk began to ring. He picked it up, listened for a few moments and said, “Jacob, it’s good of you to return my call. I needed to have a word with you about the Bolivian mine project, because I know you’re the lead financier…”

  Sebastian left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

  * * *

  “Protocol is the key to understanding the Japanese psyche,” said Professor Marsh as he looked up at the tiered ranks of expectant faces. “It’s every bit as important as mastering the language.”

  Sebastian had quickly discovered that the beginners, intermediate and advanced classes were held at different times of the day, which made it possible for him to attend fifteen classes each week. This, combined with the hours he had to devote to countless books, a tape recorder and a dozen tapes, meant he had hardly a moment left to eat or sleep.

  Professor Marsh had become used to seeing the same young man sitting in the front row of his lectures, furiously scribbling notes.

  “Let us begin with the bow,” said the professor. “It is important to understand that the bow in Japanese circles reveals far more than shaking hands does for the British. There are no different degrees of handshake, other than firm or weak, and as a result the handshake does not reveal either participant’s social standing. For the Japanese, however, there is an entire code when it comes to bowing. Starting at the top, only the emperor bows to no one. If you are meeting someone of your own rank, you both nod—” the professor gave a measured jerk of the head. “But if, for example, the chairman of a company had a meeting with his managing director, the chairman would merely nod while the managing director would bow thus, bending from the waist. Should a worker come across the chairman, he would bow very low, so their eyes did not meet, and the chairman might not even acknowledge him, just pass by.”

  “So,” said Sebastian after he’d returned to the bank later that afternoon, “if I was Japanese and you were chairman, I would bow very low to show I knew my place.”

  “Some hope,” said Cedric.

  “And you,” said Sebastian ignoring the comment, “would either nod, or simply walk by. So when you see Mr. Morita for the first time, as the meeting is taking place in your country, you must allow him to nod first, return the compliment and then exchange