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It's a winter's day in 2018.

Paul Murphy is standing in front of the mirror of the gents lavatory at work.

He's changing for lunch. I kind of stopped wearing ties, but I think I put a tie on for that occasion.

Paul is in his mid-50s. He's got a slightly grizzled look about him. You wouldn't pick him out in a crowd, but that's an advantage in his

line of work. In his hands, Paul is holding a small silver disc about the size of a penny. He takes

his shirt off, grabs a piece of medical tape, and fixes this disc onto his shoulder, because this

disc is a tiny microphone.

He slips his white shirt back on, puts a jacket on top,

and with one last glance in the mirror, he's ready for lunch.

Paul is the head of investigations at the Financial Times in London.

He takes a cab across town to Mayfair, to a venue called 45 Park Lane.

It's, you know, it's one of those places that is priced to keep out to ordinary people.

You know, it's all glass windows and bling and mirrored interiors and very

few customers, very few. It's Dubai style, essentially. As Paul walks in, he tries to keep his

cool. Despite four decades in journalism, this is a first for him. He's never actually worn a wire himself.

It's very, very nerve-wracking. You know, I've got a bug on me. I didn't want our undercover team to get discovered. That would be hugely embarrassing.

So I was, you know, it's nervous.

The Maitre D escorts Paul across the room, and there, rising from his chair,

smiling cautiously and greeting Paul with a handshake, is the man he's come to meet.

Jan Marseleck. Very slim, athletic build, razor sharp blue suit. Paul came here to set a trap,

to get this successful businessman on tape.

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