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“Don’t say it,” Eddie interjected.
Tyler frowned. “Don’t say what?”
“Do you think they’re sleeping together?” Scott blurted out.
Eddie and Tyler looked aghast.
“Now I’ve got that image in my mind,” Tyler wailed.
“I tried to warn you,” Eddie replied.
One of their favourite bars was around the corner. A strawberry daiquiri in the warm air would be much nicer than being in a stuffy movie theatre anyway.
Scott linked arms with his two friends.
“It’s all happening today,” Scott said. “Just think, boys. When you’re laying your head to sleep tonight, Amanda will be making Barry feel better about the air conditioning.”
They both shoved him away. Scott doubled over in hysterics.
“Go Amanda.”
FOUR
PRIN
Prin took a desk near to the window. He had a long list of IT problems to sort out and didn’t want to be distracted by the latest office gossip. His team had long since given up trying to get him involved. They knew he disapproved. Even so, they would spend most of the day talking about this person or that person.
With a yawn, Prin opened his emails. Even more tasks had been added since he’d last checked. How did people have IT emergencies at eleven o’clock at night?
Whatever. Prin liked to be busy so he would attack his to-do list with the same gusto he usually did.
Then an email from Scott Fitzgerald caught his eye. Prin hadn’t had much to do with Scott. Truth be told he found him a little intimidating. Scott exuded confidence and was drop-dead gorgeous. He also had a tendency of being seriously annoying.
After taking a sip of his tea, he clicked on it.
It had been sent to all managers. Prin frowned at the subject line.
POTENTIAL THEFT: PLEASE TREAT CONFIDENTIALLY
He read on. It appeared a large amount of stock had gone missing. In the year that Prin had been working for Pleasure Seekers, he’d never heard of anything like this happening.
It wasn’t necessarily a surprise. In the last eighteen months, they had recruited so many new staff the company had doubled in size. It stood to reason that there would be at least one bad apple in the mix. Even so, Prin had been part of the security refresh project over the previous summer. It would take someone with serious skills to get anything more than the odd fleshlight out of the place. From the tone of Scott’s email, it sounded like it was much more than that.
Elliott Brammin, the boss’s son and member of Prin’s team, sat down at a desk close to his colleagues. Prin glanced at his watch. It had gone ten. Punctuality didn’t seem to be one of Elliott’s skills.
“What a weekend I have had,” Elliott said as he fired up his laptop. “We took the boat out and went down to Worthing. Had to leave it there. We got so fucked up.”
He caught Prin’s eye. “Good morning,” Elliott said.
“Hi, Elliott.”
“Here’s me going on about my weekend when all we really want to know is, what do you do at weekends? Sit in silence?”
Darren and Lydia, the other two IT helpdesk engineers, stared at him.
“I…I volunteer at the local college, actually.”
“Very community spirited. Dad thinks I’ll end up doing community service. I can’t see it myself,” Elliott said.
