that you were playing at good Samaritans and did indeed prevent
someone from being mugged. It doesn’t make you hero’s in the unlikely event
that it is indeed the truth, what it did do is leave me with two employees with
faces like boxers who I cannot allow to be seen in front of my clients so until
your bruises heal, you will stay out of sight which includes taking your lunch
breaks in your office as I will not have you walking in and out of the building
looking like that, it lowers the tone and doesn’t present the professional
image our clients expect. You will both work through lunch today to make up for
the time you have missed this morning and I don’t expect to find either of you
slacking due to your late night. Have I made myself clear?”
Both boys mumbled that they understood,
neither meeting his gaze, they knew they were in the shit and had the common
sense to at least look humbled and contrite. “You’d better get to work.”
Michael told them as his phone began to ring again.
“That was easy.” Paul murmured as they
left the office.
“Yeah, I think we have Mum to thank for
that.” Matt agreed turning to face his brother, “This is the part where you
keep your mouth shut Paul, no sudden pangs of guilty conscience that have you
spewing the truth ok?”
“Ok.” Paul’s voice rose an octave with his
irritable reply accompanied by his fingers scraping through his hair “I only
made that promise to Mum. There’s no way the truth about this is getting out,
especially in the office, I do quite like my head attached to my neck.” He
scowled at his twin but soon smiled as one of the lovely typing pool girls
strolled towards him, “Hey.” He said through his grin as he turned away from
Matt.
Matt heard his brother blatantly
proposition the girl who had walked by as he headed to his own office, today
was going to be a very long day.
Dinner that evening was a sombre affair,
made more so by Michael’s announcement that both boys were grounded for the
duration of their bruises. They didn’t even bother to argue the point, instead
choosing to eat in silence, eyes cast down.
With dinner over and the washing up done,
Matt headed upstairs and Paul settled down at the breakfast bar to tackle the
paperwork he had been avoiding but that had been steadily piling up from his
gardening company. Of course the outward calm of the two boys was simply a
ruse, while Paul literally had nowhere to go that evening; Matt had a date with
none other than the delectable WPC Holland for which Paul was willing to cover
his brothers tracks.
Chapter Seven
Over the next few months, time literally flew.
Paul seemed to spending more and more time making excuses for his brother who
would disappear at random times, often returning home in the morning with
barely enough time to shower and dress for a day at the office, sometimes he
would simply turn up at the office without bothering to come home at all.
He was cagey when Paul questioned him,
particularly when he mentioned Emily’s name and it wasn’t long before Paul
realised that Matt’s irregular hours were down to Emily’s shift patterns.
Having been the dutiful, well behaved son,
in other words, bored out of his tiny mind, for months now, Paul decided it was
high time he had a little WPC loving himself and what with his hours being far
more flexible than Matt’s, he had time to play with and was also fully
conversant with when she was working. He raided Matt’s side of the room and
finally hit gold when he found his brothers’ little black book and Emily’s
address.
He really should tell Matt what he was
going to do but figured if their roles had been reversed, Matt would do exactly
the same to him, besides, he was heading to Gloucester for the weekend and his
brother would have calmed down by the time he returned.
“You.” Emily stated on opening the door.
“Surprise.” Paul grinned. He was aware
that he made her uncomfortable. He wasn’t the soft and
someone from being mugged. It doesn’t make you hero’s in the unlikely event
that it is indeed the truth, what it did do is leave me with two employees with
faces like boxers who I cannot allow to be seen in front of my clients so until
your bruises heal, you will stay out of sight which includes taking your lunch
breaks in your office as I will not have you walking in and out of the building
looking like that, it lowers the tone and doesn’t present the professional
image our clients expect. You will both work through lunch today to make up for
the time you have missed this morning and I don’t expect to find either of you
slacking due to your late night. Have I made myself clear?”
Both boys mumbled that they understood,
neither meeting his gaze, they knew they were in the shit and had the common
sense to at least look humbled and contrite. “You’d better get to work.”
Michael told them as his phone began to ring again.
“That was easy.” Paul murmured as they
left the office.
“Yeah, I think we have Mum to thank for
that.” Matt agreed turning to face his brother, “This is the part where you
keep your mouth shut Paul, no sudden pangs of guilty conscience that have you
spewing the truth ok?”
“Ok.” Paul’s voice rose an octave with his
irritable reply accompanied by his fingers scraping through his hair “I only
made that promise to Mum. There’s no way the truth about this is getting out,
especially in the office, I do quite like my head attached to my neck.” He
scowled at his twin but soon smiled as one of the lovely typing pool girls
strolled towards him, “Hey.” He said through his grin as he turned away from
Matt.
Matt heard his brother blatantly
proposition the girl who had walked by as he headed to his own office, today
was going to be a very long day.
Dinner that evening was a sombre affair,
made more so by Michael’s announcement that both boys were grounded for the
duration of their bruises. They didn’t even bother to argue the point, instead
choosing to eat in silence, eyes cast down.
With dinner over and the washing up done,
Matt headed upstairs and Paul settled down at the breakfast bar to tackle the
paperwork he had been avoiding but that had been steadily piling up from his
gardening company. Of course the outward calm of the two boys was simply a
ruse, while Paul literally had nowhere to go that evening; Matt had a date with
none other than the delectable WPC Holland for which Paul was willing to cover
his brothers tracks.
Chapter Seven
Over the next few months, time literally flew.
Paul seemed to spending more and more time making excuses for his brother who
would disappear at random times, often returning home in the morning with
barely enough time to shower and dress for a day at the office, sometimes he
would simply turn up at the office without bothering to come home at all.
He was cagey when Paul questioned him,
particularly when he mentioned Emily’s name and it wasn’t long before Paul
realised that Matt’s irregular hours were down to Emily’s shift patterns.
Having been the dutiful, well behaved son,
in other words, bored out of his tiny mind, for months now, Paul decided it was
high time he had a little WPC loving himself and what with his hours being far
more flexible than Matt’s, he had time to play with and was also fully
conversant with when she was working. He raided Matt’s side of the room and
finally hit gold when he found his brothers’ little black book and Emily’s
address.
He really should tell Matt what he was
going to do but figured if their roles had been reversed, Matt would do exactly
the same to him, besides, he was heading to Gloucester for the weekend and his
brother would have calmed down by the time he returned.
“You.” Emily stated on opening the door.
“Surprise.” Paul grinned. He was aware
that he made her uncomfortable. He wasn’t the soft and
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