Full ComplianceChapter 2
“Excuse me, what did you say?” I heard Emilia Clarke ask me when I finally got past her various layers of private security and staff. “Come to Manchester, as soon as possible, to this address,” I recited it quickly, annoyed that the voice commands were harder to deliver whenever sound or volume weakened, “by yourself, no staff, no security, no press, nobody. Is that clear? Take only what luggage you can carry with you on a commuter flight from Heathrow.” “Yes, of course. I’ll purchase a...