It’s Thursday morning and I’m late filing a feature. Thankfully, my editor has granted me an extension, but soon I’m meant to be meeting Ava Glass: ex-civil servant and author of new spy thriller The Chase, a novel so lauded it was picked up by the makers of TV hit The Night Manager before Penguin had a chance to publish it.
In a mild panic, I give Glass a call. Perhaps I can move our interview back a day or two if I’m lucky. As I sit, listening to the phone ring out, I contemplate what I’ll do with my life if I get the sack. I’ve always liked the idea of joining the circus, although I can barely do a roly-poly. Somewhere around the 13th ring I’m met with a voicemail prompt.
