The space pullulated with expectant energy. They’d all been arranged into groups, just as Mr Prothero had asked. “We’re not to be siloed,” he’d insisted. “I want collaboration but not colla-bore-ation. You know?” At these last words he’d angled his head and smiled knowingly. Evidently Tess had got the message. Many people, he knew, would have been terrified to walk into a room like this. There were professionals in there who’d been doing things a certain way for years. You could spot them. They sat back in their chairs with complacent ease. Some were staring ahead in solemn, stony silence.…