Page 81 of Glow

“Until later then, lover,” Scott said, risking another kiss. Prin didn’t want their relationship getting out until the Brammin situation had been fully dealt with. Scott could understand that.

He went out into the main office. As usual it was busy. If they carried on recruiting like this, they would have to find bigger premises.

“Not in the work toilets, Scott,” Eddie said as Scott passed his desk. “Haven’t you any decorum?”

“Button it,” Scott replied. “He was admiring my new shirt.”

“Of course. My mistake.”

Scott stuck his tongue out and carried on toward his desk. He didn’t mind the ribbing from Eddie and Tyler. He was the last person to complain after the amount he dished out. Let them enjoy their false sense of security. Revenge would be swift and painful.

“Scott.”

Carla stood in the doorway of one of the meeting rooms. To Scott’s horror, he glimpsed Richard sitting inside.

Oh fuck.

“Yeah?”

“A word.”

Sheila glanced up at him. “Uh-oh,” she said. “I hope you’re not in trouble.”

She wanted nothing more. He and Sheila were polar opposites. She took great pleasure when Scott found himself in trouble. Which was more often than even he thought fair.

“Oh, act your wage, Sheila,” Scott fired back. “This has nothing to do with you.”

He’d seen that phrase on an Instagram meme and had been dying to use it. He was glad he’d waited.

“Just trying to be supportive.”

He ignored her and went into the meeting room. Carla flashed him a wary but friendly look as he passed her.

“Good morning, Richard,” Scott said, sitting and smiling.

“Don’t give me that,” Richard replied. “I believe you’re in charge of the witch hunt against my boy.”

Even for Richard Brammin, calling CCTV footage a witch hunt was a stretch. Scott wasn’t going to dignify that with a response. Instead, he watched Carla take a seat.

“I’ll bring you up to speed, Scott,” Carla said. “Elliott is not admitting to anything.”

How could he possibly deny it?

“He told me he’d promised to help with moving some stock,” Richard cut in. “Have you any evidence he’s made money from it?”

Oh, Richard. I expected better from you.

Scott met his stare. Richard appeared ready to rip Scott’s head off. He could what he liked. Scott wouldn’t be intimidated. He had long since learnt how to stand up for himself.

“I have a witness to say he was booking a holiday with a friend.”

“Hardly damning stuff.”

“A friend he told to pay for it and he would give him cash.”

Richard opened his mouth to say something, then stopped.

“Why would your son want to pay in cash, Richard?” Scott continued.