How to Get Ahead Without Murdering your Boss

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puzzled.
    "Now you think I'm crazy."
    "I think I'll reserve judgment," he smiled.
    "Well while you're doing that, I'd better start dinner. Could you find Clara for me and ask her to come and help?"
    "You sure?"
    Lou turned with such a look of exasperation that Paul put up his hands in protest. "I'm going, I'm going. Just scream if someone else tries to break in." And he was gone.
     
     
    Lou started to sort through the supplies for dinner. She kept herself busy but she was unable to get the thought out of her mind that someone had been listening to their conversation. Arnold seemed to go out of his way to get on people's nerves. She stopped and leaned against the counter, thinking about Paul's face when he heard what Arnold said. She sighed "Well, too late now." She could hear Clara coming down the corridor, the unmistakable thump of her doc martins against the wooden floor. They'd better get started on what was going to be a memorable meal. As she banged a couple of pots on the stove she wondered how the Medivalue team was going to react to their boss suddenly turning up for dinner.

 
     
     
     
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    An hour later the fire in the lounge was burning brightly, casting shadows over the faces of Ed, Yasmin, Kylie and Nathan as they sat, drinks in hand. Lou was serving at the bar and trying to stay out of their way. She was unsure whether or not to tell them that Arnold had reappeared. They were a cheerless, silent group, not helped by the raging wind and rain outside. The candlelight, howling winds and the unpleasant events of the morning created a suitably gothic mood that was going to be hard to lift. Lou secretly hoped that Arnold would decide to stay in his cabin and they would all go to bed early.
     
     
    She quickly turned away to the wall to hide a yawn and gathered a tray of canapés. She walked over to the group and offered them the tray. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?" she tried, but only Ed made eye contact and smiled at her. He nodded. Lou pressed on. "I am confident that your cabins will be safe in this weather but I would still recommend that you all consider sleeping in this room tonight, with the staff and me, just in case the weather should get worse."
    Nathan stirred. "I can't believe that idiot Arnold dragged us up here in the middle of a cyclone."
    "You wouldn't say that to his face Nathan," Yasmin's face was flushed. Lou noticed she was already on to her second glass of wine. "You don't have the guts to speak like that to his face."
    Nathan stared coldly at her. "I don't need a critique of my behaviour from a secretary, thank you."
    "Nathan, that's enough," said Kylie shaking her head. "This weekend's been bad enough without us attacking each other as well.
    "No, that's your job, isn't it?" Nathan raised his voice. "Doing whatever it takes to get to the top. No matter who you have to step on to get there."
    Lou escaped back to the bar, relieved to see Paul appear. He frowned as he looked over to the group at the fireplace, still arguing.
    "Sounds like feeding time at the zoo," he smiled.
    Lou looked over his shoulder. "And just wait, it's about to get a whole lot noisier, I think."
     
     
    Arnold's voice cut across the group's rabble. "Well, thank you all for gathering to welcome me back from the dead." He sidled through the doorway leading to the dining room and leaned against the bar, enjoying the expressions on the faces that were now turned towards him.
    "Arnold?" Yasmin hesitated.
    Arnold moved behind the bar, pushed Lou out of the way, and helped himself to a large shot of whiskey. "Yes, my dear? Something on your mind?"
    "Well there's something on mine," interrupted Nathan, walking across to the bar. "What the bloody hell have you been playing at? We nearly killed ourselves climbing down that cliff this morning to save your ungrateful ass."
    "The country air agrees with you Nathan," said Arnold. "It seems as if you have developed a backbone."
    "Well I discovered that I don't

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