It was early Monday morning in Edinburgh. A chilling breeze and lashing rain reigned. Winter was almost upon us. The 'nine 'til fivers' were like electrified zombies on a never-ending loop for five days of their lives, week after week after goddamned week. The slick concrete reflected the facades of the work weary - grey, cracked and old, but more importantly, trodden upon.

The streets were busy. Unusually busy for a small metropolitan city that is. Edinburgh is not London or New York. One person stood out amongst the crowd. He was a wealthy man in a long camel- coloured overcoat...