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shaking his fat bald head.
‘No chance. You know the rules, Rudge,’ he said, the smile vanishing in an instant. ‘You have to submit a leave request on my desk at least two days beforehand, it’s much too short notice. Besides, you’ve had lots of days off lately so give someone else a chance.’
‘No, you misunderstand me, Mr Banstead,’ Rudge replied, ‘I said I’m taking tomorrow off. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.’
‘How dare you speak to me like that?’ he bellowed. ‘The answer is still no, so just get on with your work.’
As Banstead walked away Rudge stood up from his desk and threw a screwed up piece of paper at him, hitting him on the back of his head.
‘Don’t walk away from me, Banstead, you fat, bald-headed, four-eyed twat.’
The room went silent as the office girls looked at Rudge in amazement, and then across at Banstead who was still facing the other way. He turned around slowly, his eyes now bulging and his bulbous features changing by the second to various shades of beetroot.
‘Rudge, my office now,’ he shouted, before marching away.
‘No,’ replied Rudge, ‘if you’ve got anything to say to me you can do it here.’
Banstead turned around to face him, standing with his hands on his hips like a gunslinger in a Western. His huge belly sagged over the top of his creased suit trousers, and he tilted his large head to one side.
‘Very well, have it your own way,’ he said quietly. ‘Reuben Rudge you’re fired, now clear your desk and get out of my sight.’
‘You see, I told you I was taking tomorrow off.’ Rudge replied with a wry grin. ‘So it’s goodbye from me, ladies. I’m sorry there wasn’t time to organise a leaving-do but please help yourselves to the contents of my desk. I think there’s new packet of chocolate digestives in one of the drawers. As for you, Mr Banstead, try not to get caught in the Despatch Bay this time. Take some bubble-wrap home with you and fuck it in your own time.’
At noon the next day Rudge was being shown around a large modern apartment on London’s South Bank, by the letting agent.
‘It’s beautiful, and that view over the Thames is magnificent,’ he said. ‘Shame it’s not the penthouse though, but you can’t have everything I suppose.’
‘It’s only one floor below,’ said the agent, ‘but if you’re looking to buy in the future I’ve heard on the grapevine that the penthouse is coming on the market fairly soon. The present owner lives in The States most of the time, and I suppose it’s hard to justify keeping such a splendid piece of real estate empty.’
‘That’s interesting,’ replied Rudge, looking thoughtful, ‘but until then this will suit me perfectly. All the furniture’s staying I assume?’
‘Of course, sir, everything, including the artwork. Most of the furniture is virtually brand new. You’ll also have two car parking spaces in the secure underground car park, plus the use of the communal health suite in the basement. It has a fully equipped gymnasium, steam room, sauna, Jacuzzi and of course the heated swimming pool.’
‘Good, then I’ll take it.’
‘An excellent choice, sir,’ the man replied offering his hand. ‘Shall we go back at my office and go through all the paperwork and formalities?’
‘No, I don’t really have the time for all that,’ said Rudge, dismissively. ‘My accountant, Mr Hewlett will deal with it. I’ll send him round see you after lunch.’
‘Very well, sir, I won’t detain you any longer.’
‘Oh, just one more thing,’ said Rudge. ‘If we get everything signed and sealed this afternoon, how soon can I move in?’
‘Assuming your credit and other references are confirmed and the legal people get a shift on, then almost straightaway, Mr Rudge. There’s no one living here presently, so would next weekend suit you?’
‘Perfect,’
‘No chance. You know the rules, Rudge,’ he said, the smile vanishing in an instant. ‘You have to submit a leave request on my desk at least two days beforehand, it’s much too short notice. Besides, you’ve had lots of days off lately so give someone else a chance.’
‘No, you misunderstand me, Mr Banstead,’ Rudge replied, ‘I said I’m taking tomorrow off. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.’
‘How dare you speak to me like that?’ he bellowed. ‘The answer is still no, so just get on with your work.’
As Banstead walked away Rudge stood up from his desk and threw a screwed up piece of paper at him, hitting him on the back of his head.
‘Don’t walk away from me, Banstead, you fat, bald-headed, four-eyed twat.’
The room went silent as the office girls looked at Rudge in amazement, and then across at Banstead who was still facing the other way. He turned around slowly, his eyes now bulging and his bulbous features changing by the second to various shades of beetroot.
‘Rudge, my office now,’ he shouted, before marching away.
‘No,’ replied Rudge, ‘if you’ve got anything to say to me you can do it here.’
Banstead turned around to face him, standing with his hands on his hips like a gunslinger in a Western. His huge belly sagged over the top of his creased suit trousers, and he tilted his large head to one side.
‘Very well, have it your own way,’ he said quietly. ‘Reuben Rudge you’re fired, now clear your desk and get out of my sight.’
‘You see, I told you I was taking tomorrow off.’ Rudge replied with a wry grin. ‘So it’s goodbye from me, ladies. I’m sorry there wasn’t time to organise a leaving-do but please help yourselves to the contents of my desk. I think there’s new packet of chocolate digestives in one of the drawers. As for you, Mr Banstead, try not to get caught in the Despatch Bay this time. Take some bubble-wrap home with you and fuck it in your own time.’
At noon the next day Rudge was being shown around a large modern apartment on London’s South Bank, by the letting agent.
‘It’s beautiful, and that view over the Thames is magnificent,’ he said. ‘Shame it’s not the penthouse though, but you can’t have everything I suppose.’
‘It’s only one floor below,’ said the agent, ‘but if you’re looking to buy in the future I’ve heard on the grapevine that the penthouse is coming on the market fairly soon. The present owner lives in The States most of the time, and I suppose it’s hard to justify keeping such a splendid piece of real estate empty.’
‘That’s interesting,’ replied Rudge, looking thoughtful, ‘but until then this will suit me perfectly. All the furniture’s staying I assume?’
‘Of course, sir, everything, including the artwork. Most of the furniture is virtually brand new. You’ll also have two car parking spaces in the secure underground car park, plus the use of the communal health suite in the basement. It has a fully equipped gymnasium, steam room, sauna, Jacuzzi and of course the heated swimming pool.’
‘Good, then I’ll take it.’
‘An excellent choice, sir,’ the man replied offering his hand. ‘Shall we go back at my office and go through all the paperwork and formalities?’
‘No, I don’t really have the time for all that,’ said Rudge, dismissively. ‘My accountant, Mr Hewlett will deal with it. I’ll send him round see you after lunch.’
‘Very well, sir, I won’t detain you any longer.’
‘Oh, just one more thing,’ said Rudge. ‘If we get everything signed and sealed this afternoon, how soon can I move in?’
‘Assuming your credit and other references are confirmed and the legal people get a shift on, then almost straightaway, Mr Rudge. There’s no one living here presently, so would next weekend suit you?’
‘Perfect,’
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