Page 38 of Glow
Prin got up. He intended on hanging around the common area a little before making for the changing rooms. He passed Richard’s desk.
“Did you have a good weekend?” Prin asked.
Richard looked up. “What?”
“The weekend? Did you have an enjoyable one?”
“Not really,” Richard replied. “My wife has announced we’re redecorating the whole house again. My daughter is going out with a guy who thinks our bedroom walls are soundproofed. As for my son…well let’s just say we’re not getting on.”
Prin glanced at Elliott. The expression on his face suggested he didn’t really care. Prin had a feeling that might all change by the end of the day.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Prin said. “I’m sure you and Elliott will iron things out.”
Richard stared past Prin, presumably at Elliott. “I don’t know,” Richard said with a sigh. “You do your best and sometimes it’s not enough.”
He snapped to attention straight after and scowled at Prin.
“Anyway,” he continued. “It’s work time now. Did you want something?”
Prin shook his head. “Just passing the time. I’ll speak to you later.”
He left Richard and his dark mood. To the outside world, the Brammin family had everything. Money, jobs they loved and the perfect nuclear family. Even so, they were clearly unhappy if Richard’s constant attitude was anything to go by.
Prin, in comparison, might be lonely. He still had no money worries thanks to the monthly dividend the business in Bangkok paid. Plus, he enjoyed his job. It wasn’t so bad. Maybe the grass wasn’t always greener.
He put his cup on the side and turned to the office. On cue, Scott crossed his eyeline, wandering over to the door used for the changing rooms.
A rush of exhilaration rushed through Prin as he saw him. He had a tight purple shirt and jeans on. It was perfect against his tan skin.
What is it like under there?
Never mind wondering about that. He needed to focus. Today could be a huge day for him. What did Scott want? Surely he didn’t need him to make a statement. They had all the evidence they needed to accuse Elliott of theft.
There was only one way to find out.
He left the cup on the side and went discreetly over to the door that Scott had just used. His heart was racing and it had nothing to do with being discovered.
As he took the steps down, Prin thought he was going to burst into tears. Yet, when he pushed the door open and saw a worried Scott on the bench, he calmed.
“Hey,” Prin said.
“Hi,” Scott replied.
Prin sat on the bench opposite him. Prin had no idea what to say and it appeared that Scott felt the same.
“Okay,” Scott said, holding his hands up. “I’m sorry for what happened on Saturday. I was totally out of line. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been fretting about it ever since.”
“You’re fretting?” Prin asked.
“Of course,” Scott replied. “If you put a complaint in, I’ve lost my job.”
Prin nodded. “I can understand that. I guess we’re both in the same boat.”
Scott frowned. “In what way?”
“I’m not comfortable doing this interview with you,” Prin explained. “You said my name would be kept out of it completely. If Richard Brammin finds out, he can do me a lot of damage.”
“Want to know a secret?” Scott asked.
