Boardroom Shenanigans at Melton Motors

Orson McKenzie has been asked to present a forward plan for a struggling car company, Melton Motors. CEO Carl Muller has asked for ideas, with the planning department divided on the route forward. The two main proposals will be presented. 

Orson enters the boardroom meeting, anxious about both public speaking and the importance of the presentation. He sees that the opposite team leader, Opaline Kennedy, is already there and looking confident. She smiles at Orson as if to say it's all over, mate, you're kippered. 

Carl Muller sits at the head of the table, surrounded by the company board. Carl invites Opaline to kick things off. She favours a conservative approach of staying with the existing range of models and putting more emphasis on design and style.

Opaline leans back in her chair, her fingertips lightly drumming the table. She catches Orson's eye and gives him a slow, knowing wink, the kind that suggests she's already played out the next ten minutes in her head and won.

Carl: You kick off Opaline.

Opaline: Thank you. The market isn't looking for a revolution, it's looking for a refinement, she says, her voice smooth and with calculated confidence. If we go for simply expanding the range into new segments, it's costly. The market is soft, so caution on spending is required. My plan focuses on the current range, with sleek, timeless aesthetics paired with a more upmarket positioning.

She walks over to a screen and with a press on a remote control, brings up a visual presentation, replete with graphs, artist impressions of future models and some data showing the bottom line in good health.

Opaline continues: If we reach the volume targets shown here as each new facelift is released, then we will be back in the black.
She returns to her seat, with a confident stride. The room is quiet.
Opaline: Any questions?
Some question her target production figures and financial targets.
Opaline: The targets are realistic based on the current demand and the new design's appeal to the higher end of the market, plus the superior margins on more upmarket models.

Carl looks at Orson: Your turn.
Orson: I have no problem with Opaline's direction, but my team believes there is a safer way to move forward. Our light commercial range is limited and margins in that segment are better than cars. Another manufacturer, Franco Holdings, has a gap in their LCV range just as we do. They are offering us a large van range with good margins. In return, they are interested in our compact van. We both save on development costs and the profit from this is impressive. I'll bring up the presentation.

Orson picks up the remote and starts to show his presentation. He stares in disbelief as the figures are not what his team had worked out.
Orson: The figures aren't right, I'm sorry.
Carl is unimpressed: Orson, the presentation is your chance to prove your worth.
Opaline smiles but says nothing, the damage needing no reinforcement.

Orson: Someone has changed the data.
Carl: Time is of the essence. Can you at least tell us what are the correct numbers?
Orson: I'll get my assistant Cathy to run some off. Excuse me a moment.

Orson runs to Cathy and she brings up the presentation.
Orson looks over her shoulder: The data is wrong here too. What has happened?
Orson rushes to his desk and in a locked box, brings out a UBS stick. Cathy plugs it in and runs off the correct information. 

Orson then runs back to the boardroom with Cathy, and she starts handing out printouts before disappearing back to her workstation.
Orson: Sorry about that. On page one are the models and their individual margins. He waits as he watches the scrutinising board members' faces. Then the second page anticipated volumes, with three different estimates and the return on those different levels. Even the lower projected figure brings a strong return. With the money this will deliver, the company will be in a strong financial position.

He glances across to Opaline, who stares at the figures, then up at Orson with a look of disbelief.
Orson: Any questions?
A few basic ones about working with Franco Holding's production capacity and their ability to deliver what is agreed to.
Orson: Just as our small van production line is under utilised, so too is their large van line. They were providing vans to another company and that arrangement has concluded. They had a good record of supplying vehicles with their previous arrangement. The timing is perfect if we don't take too long to decide. Delivery can commence in months, once we do some cosmetic work to differentiate our brand with trim variances.

Carl looks around and the questions have dried up. 

Carl: Despite the glitch, the presentation was excellent Orson, as was yours Opaline. We will consider both proposals and we need to act promptly. 

The boardroom is soon empty with just Orson and Opaline left. They stand and look at each other.

Opaline: Well played Orson. I didn't think you had it in you.
Orson: Why did you change the data, Opaline?
Opaline: I didn't change it. Orson, you should be more careful.
Orson: It was fine when we finalised it.
Opaline: Why would I be so underhanded?
Orson: Professional pride and ambition.
Opaline: From where did you get your back up data?
Orson: Do you think I'd tell someone who is possibly a saboteur?
Opaline: Saboteur? It's not a spy novel.
Orson: I'm not naive, Opaline. It happens in everyday business within companies. You want the lead role, and you want it badly.
Opaline: I do want it, Orson. But I'm not stupid enough to sabotage a presentation in front of Carl. If I wanted to trip you up, I'd do it in a way that you couldn't recover from.
Orson: I can't be sure who did it, but regardless, we are on the same team. We both want to save Melton Motors. I really do feel expanding our LCV range with a large van is a no-brainer. We can have it almost immediately, too. I liked your idea and long term, a strong strategy.
Opaline: My strategy is the better long term goal. Your plan provides the short term cash flow. Overall, mine is the more substantial plan.
Orson: I agree and it should be looked at, but it's more costly and has some risk associated with it. Will we keep our loyal customers as we move upmarket and will there be conquest sales off brands we will then compete with? It needs to be done with caution.
Opaline: That's why the transition needs to be phased.
Orson: Exactly.
Opaline: I've got more work on my plan to do.

She walks out a bit miffed. Orson heads back to his workspace.
Orson: What do you think happened Cathy?
Cathy: I don't know Orson, but I'm glad you had that back up. I know the data was completed accurately. 
Orson: Me too Cathy. Me too. I am always backing up and watching for office rivalry to raise its ugly head.

The next day, CEO Carl comes to Orson's office.
Carl: Orson, the board has made a decision.
Orson looks up.
Carl: The board believes that a hybrid approach is the best way forward. We will go with your proposal for the LCV range and as the cash flows in, we will start implementing Opaline's refinement strategy for the passenger car line.
Orson: That's a great result for the company.
Carl: It is. But there's a catch. The board believes that we need one single point of contact for this strategy. We want you to be the project lead.
Orson: Thank you Carl.
Carl: Now, go and tell Opaline the good news. She's now your subordinate.

Orson walks out to the corridor and finds Opaline waiting for him. She looks like she's already heard.
Opaline: So?
Orson: Carl wants us to use both plans. The LCVs first and then your design overhaul.
Opaline: And?
Orson: I'm the project lead.
Opaline's eyes stare, and she takes a slow step toward him, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. 

Opaline: Project lead, is it? I hope you're a more competent manager than you are a public speaker, Orson. Because if you try to micromanage my vision, you'll find that I'm far less agreeable than the board.
Orson: We're on the same team Opaline, with the same objective.
Opaline lets out a short, sharp laugh, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Opaline: Team? Oh, Orson, team building are we? Currently, you're the captain but don't get too comfortable in that chair. I have ambition, Orson. You won a battle but the war is still on. She turns on her heels and walks off with an air of combativeness. She turns as she walks, pointing two middle fingers in a vee shape toward her eyes and then two toward Orson. Orson realises Opaline will be watching for any slip ups. He also realises the team will not be as united as it should be. He needs to make peace.

Later, he texts Opaline: Can we meet up for a drink at O'Malley's bar at 7pm?
Opaline: I've got things to do.
Orson: Please, Opaline. I really need to talk to you.
Opaline: Very well.

Orson arrives at 7pm. Opaline is already there with two large gins. Orson takes a sip of his.
Orson: Look Opaline, I know we are both fighting for promotion in the long run. But if this project fails, we both lose and the company loses. We need to trust each other.
Opaline: Trust is a luxury I can't afford. But I can offer you an alliance.
Orson: What kind of alliance?
Opaline: You handle the logistics, the board, and the tedious Franco Holdings paperwork. I handle the creative vision, the branding, and the strategic positioning. We split the credit equally. If one of us slips, the other covers.
Orson: That sounds fair. But I was made the boss so ultimately I'm responsible. However, you will definitely get the credit from me if this succeeds.
Opaline leans in close: I'll keep you to that.
Orson: I promise I will share the credit with you. Then we will both be seen as team players. Carl puts great store on that.
Opaline nods: So, what's our first move?
Orson: We need to meet the Franco Holdings team. They're coming next week.
Opaline takes over: I'll handle the hospitality and small talk. You handle the contracts.
Orson: Deal. Just remember who's in charge Opaline. I get the impression playing second fiddle isn't your style. You're already taking charge of planning. I will consult you on all decisions as a team manager should, but the buck stops with me.
Opaline: I'll work on my 'trying to manage everything' Orson. It will take some adjusting. I have been running my own team, you know.
Orson smiles. He has utmost respect for Opaline's abilities but not so much her teamwork. More of a follow me sort of person rather than a let's brainstorm type. Melton Motors has some talent on board. Teamwork is the best way to harness that fully.

Oh, did Opaline sabotage the data? She says not and maybe we'll never know for certain. But who else had reason to do it? 

All That Glitters...

Molly Wheeler comes to LA to make it as an actress. She finds that there are many others doing the same thing. She starts feeling desperate and discouraged.

Molly sits at an agency with several other young hopefuls and is the last one called in for her preliminary interview with a Steve Adams. He likes her looks.
Steve: Do you have any experience in acting.
Molly: I was sought after in school plays.
Steve: Great. A good basic grounding. Just read this script and we will see.

Steve hands her a script, and Molly reads it as best she can.

Steve smiles encouragingly: You have potential.
Molly: Thank you. I really like to live and breathe a part.
Steve: You're very passionate. He pauses thoughtfully. I want to see your range, but the office is too loud. Why don't you come to my house for a more private reading? The acoustics are good and we can chat so I can get to know you better.
Molly: Oh, I'm not sure...isn't it possible to do it here?
Steve: Most of the big stars started with a private reading. It's how the real networking happens. Trust me.
Molly thinks: Okay. When?
Steve: Tomorrow at 7 PM. I'll send you the address.

Molly leaves with some hope that she may get a break after several dead end interviews. The problem is she is low on funds and had to leave her accommodation that morning, basic as it was. Molly had put her suitcase in a daily luggage storage facility so she could do some interviews. She collects the case in the evening but feels alone and nervous.

Molly has a phone number for an older woman who takes in a lodger for a reasonable rent and some chores to compensate. She rings Sandy Mayall.
Sandy: Hello.
Molly: Hi, I'm Molly Wheeler. I'm 18 and looking for accommodation. I believe you are willing to take someone in. Do you have a vacancy? I need somewhere tonight, and I'm a bit desperate.
Sandy hesitates: Well, yes I do have a spare room but I like to meet the person before either of us commits to anything.
Molly: I'm very tidy and good with chores. Please, I do need somewhere to stay.
Sandy: I can tell by your voice that you are in a bit of a fix. I'll text my address.
Molly sounding unsure: Is there any way you could pick me up? I don't know the city well and I'm a bit low financially.
Sandy: You're a bold one. All right, give me your location and I'll be there soon.

Molly sends her the information and Sandy arrives in ten minutes. Sandy has a warm smile and a voice that is calming.
Sandy: Hello Molly.
Molly: Hi Sandy. Thank you so much for picking me up.
Sandy: No problem. Now, tell me a bit about yourself while we drive.

Molly explains she's an aspiring actress and mentions her meeting with Steve. Sandy's face tightens slightly as she listens. She's lived in LA long enough to know the signs.
Sandy: A private reading at a home? At seven in the evening?
Molly: Yes, he said the office was too loud and he wanted to get to know me better. He said it's how the big stars started.

Sandy grips the steering wheel a little tighter, her voice softening into a protective tone. She looks at the girl's hopeful, naive eyes and feels a pang of worry. 

Sandy: Honey, in this town, 'private' is often a code for something that isn't about the acting. I'm not saying he's up to no good, but please, tell me you aren't planning on going alone.
Molly blinks, her excitement flickering: I... I thought it was just professional. He seemed so established. Is it not normal to go to a director's house for a reading? She wonders if she's been too blind to the risks. He's the only one who's given me a chance!
Sandy: I'll sort something out. Let's get you settled and go from there.

They arrive at Sandy's home and Molly is shown around.
Molly: The bedroom is just fine.
Sandy: Let me fix you a drink and something to eat.
Molly: Thank you so much.

Later, they chat lightly as they sit at the dining room table. Then Sandy decides to clarify a few things.
Sandy: I will need some sort of payment, but it sounds like you don't have the finances.
Molly: I was hoping to get a break, but have had so many knockbacks. I've gone through my money.
Sandy: What about your parents? Will they help you?
Molly: I'm not exactly getting on with them. They didn't want me to come. I know they would take me home if I got desperate, but otherwise I'm on my own.
Sandy: They care about you. As for your acting career, the odds of getting into that are minimal to impossible. You need to find some other employment to pay your way until your big break, she smiles wryly, or head home. You can't live on just a hope.
Molly: I'm hoping that this Steve will be my chance.
Sandy raises an eyebrow: If you insist on going, I'm coming too.
Molly: I'd appreciate that.
Sandy: If you don't mind me saying, you are a bit naive. Not everyone has good intentions and some will take advantage of inexperience or desperation.
Molly looks down: My parents keep saying that.
Sandy: Well, I'm going to watch my favourite TV show. Want to join me?
Molly: I'm going to unpack a few things and head to bed. Would I be able to have a shower?
Sandy smiles: I'll get you a towel.

The next day, Molly proves true to her word and does some chores that Sandy is finding hard to do. Then in the afternoon, Molly goes around some local businesses and finds a part time job at an eatery. She is now able to pay her way.

The evening approaches and they drive over to Steve's place.
Sandy: I'm coming in, no argument.
Molly: Thank you so much, Sandy. I hope Steve doesn't mind.

Sandy: Too bad if he does.
They arrive at the door and Steve greets them.
Steve: Oh, I didn't expect a guest.
Sandy: I'm the guardian. I'm just here to make sure the reading goes well.
Steve smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes: A guardian? Hmm. Well, please come in.

They go inside and the house is nicely decorated. They go into a large room and Steve hands a script to Molly, telling her to start the reading. Molly begins and Steve watches her closely as she reads. Sandy stands in the background, watching carefully. 

Steve: You have a real presence, Molly. The way you interpret the lines is... intuitive. Now, for the second part of the script, it requires a certain physical chemistry. I want you to try a scene where you are trying to convince a man to stay the night.

Molly tries but clearly lacks the experience to pull off such a part.
Steve: Stop. You're good. But I feel like you're holding back. You're too tense. Maybe if you relaxed your shoulders and leaned in closer. Make it sound really convincing.
Sandy: I think this is a mature script for one so young, Steve.
Steve rolls his eyes: The script is finding out where she is at. Now, Molly, come closer. Let's try it again, but this time, I want you to really let it flow.
Molly hesitates, looking at Sandy. Sandy's expression is grim, and she takes a step forward.
Sandy: Is Molly going to be doing parts like this? She's only starting out, not a seasoned pro.
Steve looks across: You're quite the interruption, Sandy. I didn't know of your experience in this field. If you're going to stifle her audition, perhaps we need to finish it here.
Molly's heart sinks: I found that script difficult. Is there anything else I can try?
Steve: I think the reading is over for today. You've shown enough. You can go now, and I'll call you if I'm interested. 

Molly feels disappointed as they walk out.
Sandy: You see, honey? That wasn't about acting. He was testing the boundaries to see how far you would go and if you were to come alone.
Molly looks back at the house: Why did I trust him?
Sandy: You wanted to. Now let's go home and I'll make us some tea.

They sit in the dining room, Molly subdued.
Sandy: That reading was inappropriate for a young woman alone in a house with him. Do you really want this acting career? 

Molly: I'm starting to wonder.

Sandy: You have some work and a place to stay. Why don't you ring your parents and let them know you are doing fine and they can speak to me if they wish.

Molly does and her parents are relieved. Molly gets more hours of work as she proves herself an able worker. She decides to pass on the acting career and stay a while in LA. 

After several months, Molly decides to go home. Sandy takes her to the bus station and they stand by the bus.
Sandy: If you ever need a place to stay in LA and my room is free, you always have somewhere to stay.
Molly: Thank you. You were so kind and protective of me. I was naive and too trusting. I've grown up a lot in a short time. I'll listen more to my parents when I get home. Oh, the bus is about to depart. Thank you once again.

They hug and Molly gets on the bus. She waves to Sandy through the window as the bus leaves. Sandy has a small tear in the corner of her eye. She'll miss Molly's company but knows going home is best for her at this stage. She is, after all, still quite young.

Oh, and Steve never did ring Molly back with that big break, or any break for that matter. 

No Honour Among Thieves

George Atkinson gets on a train to head north and visit his Aunt Mabel. He has a suitcase for his weekend journey and fond memories of his childhood visits. He doesn't realise that the journey will be eventful.

George enters a compartment and is happy that the window seat facing in the direction he will be travelling is available. He prefers it that way. He lifts his suitcase up to the overhead storage rack and sits down. Opposite sits a man who is already asleep, with his hat pulled forward, limiting the vision of his face to just his chin and his beard.

The train is soon on its way while the man opposite continues to sleep. Shortly after the conductor arrives and checks George's ticket, before turning to the sleeping man.
Conductor: Excuse me, sir? Ticket, please. The sleeping man doesn't stir but the conductor notices the ticket is in the man's hand, protruding slightly. The conductor slides it out, clips it and returns it. The man sleeps through the process.

Unusually, two men open the compartment door and stare at its two occupants. 

Man #1: He's not in here.

Man #2: He must be in one of the last compartments then.

They shut the door and move on.

George wonders who they are looking for, before returning to staring out the window while Rip Van Winkle sleeps through it all.

George is rather bored with no one to talk to, so he stands up and retrieves a newspaper from his case to read. As he turns around, the man opposite has already quickly got his bag down and is leaving the compartment without a word. 

George sits back and wonders what makes some people tick. Then the two men from earlier enter the compartment and they seem confused. They look at George.

Man #1: Was there someone else in this compartment?
George: Yes, there was.
Man #2: Where did he go?
George: I don't know, he didn't say.
Man #1: When was this?
George: About five minutes ago.
Man #2: How was he dressed?
George: A hat, beard, grey suit and black shoes, I think. I didn't see his face.
Man #2: Did he say anything to you at all?
George: No, he slept all the way, then suddenly got up and walked out with his case.
Man #1: Are you saying you had no interaction with him at all?
George: Yes. The ticket man will confirm that he was sleeping. That was the situation from when I entered the compartment to his sudden departure.

Man #1 leaves while Man #2 sits near the door and waits to see if the mystery bearded man returns. George is wondering why these two somewhat menacing characters are seeking the mystery traveler.
Shortly after, another man walks in. He has a fresh face, a tweed jacket, fair isle waistcoat, trousers and glasses.
Man just arriving: Hello there. I'm Philip. He extends his hand to man #2 and George, they both shake his hand in return. The man sits opposite George.
George: There was someone sitting there, but has left the compartment. I don't know if he will return.
Philip: If he returns and insists on sitting here, I'll move along and let him have his seat back.
George: Why have you come into this compartment at this stage of the journey?
Philip: I was sharing a compartment with a family and found it a bit noisy. So where are you heading, George?
George: I get off at the next stop. Going to visit my aunt.
Philip: Could you do me a favour and drop this small package into the first post box you encounter? I should have done so before boarding the train, but I keep forgetting to post it.
George: I can do that. George gets down his case, and shakes hands with Philip and man #2 as he leaves the compartment before exiting the train. He sees a post box almost immediately and pushes the small parcel through the slot, its shallowness allowing him to do so.

Meanwhile, man #1 reenters the compartment. He sees that George has left.
Man #1: I take it the man with the beard hasn't returned.
Man #2: No. The man here at the outset has also just left.
They both leave the compartment, Philip now alone in the carriage.

Philip arrives at his destination and goes to his sister's home. A few days later, the parcel arrives at this address. He opens it to admire the valuable diamonds set that it contains. There are two layers of the finery. 

They were the haul of a trio of robbers who broke into the house of a wealthy woman. Philip was one of them. He got the loot as they did their getaway, but he double crossed the other two and ran off with the diamonds. 

It was always his intention to do so. He got on a train but realised he was being followed by the two aggrieved co-conspirators when they opened the compartment door. 

Concerned they might come back for a closer inspection on not finding him elsewhere, he disappeared into a toilet, shaving his beard off and changing into a spare set of clothes he had in his case. He then discarded his old clothes and artificial beard via a window of the moving train. 

He returned to his compartment, looking fresh faced and now wearing glasses. Even his two accomplices failed to recognise him, only seeing him previously with a heavy beard and without glasses. He also changed his accent from cockney to received pronunciation, neither of which was his natural way of speaking. He offloaded his parcel in case the two men got suspicious and searched him. The perfect crime and the perfect double cross. Or was it?

You see, George was an off duty member of the Metropolitan Police, and he knew about the jewellery heist. He recognised the two men who came into his compartment as career criminals and then put it all together. He noted the address on the small package before posting it. The police raided Philip's new dwelling once they saw the package delivered. He was caught red handed.

So the perfect crime and swindle was undone by Philip's inadvertently sharing a compartment with an off duty police officer, who was clever enough to work out what was going on and played his part as an innocent courier. 

Had Philip shared the profit from the spoils, the robbing trio may never have been caught, as there were no clues tying them to the crime. George's evidence led to the three robbers being arrested, charged and found guilty. All because of a bit of bad luck. Or good luck, depending on whose side you're on. Who said there is honour among thieves?

The Business Alliance

The Halliday business empire comprises of shipping and port warehousing. Trade is being lost due to a lack of competitiveness, due to excessive overheads and competition. The Martin business is based around logistics and warehouses. It is a newer enterprise and is profitable. It currently does not use Halliday very often to move goods. Can the companies work closer together? What will help that happen?

The Halliday family has an informal social interaction with the Martin family, initiated by Reg Halliday. They get on well socially, so now he moves it up a notch. Reg invites Robert Martin to his office to talk about an alliance and working more closely together. Over a coffee, a plot is hatched and Reg comes with a charm offensive.

Reg: Our shipping and port storage offers ships, routes and port slots. That would be of benefit to Martin Logistics, would it not?

Bob: Of course. We have both a first and last mile delivery network that is second to none, with up to date technology that is essential for working with freight firms and tracking. We also have a good working relationship with many freight firms. So what's the offer?
Reg: We can offer stable, contract based freight rates and preferential slots.
Bob: Your balance sheet has been less than stellar in recent years.
Reg: That's why forming an alliance with you is important to us. Our structure is strong but we need to secure a stable partner while we also look at our costs in order to be more competitive.
Bob: Your business could become a drain on us, and that's unacceptable. My daughter Beatrice has been excellent in cost management at our firm. I'd like her to take over that side of your business.
Reg: That sounds fine to me. I'll have to run it past my team, but there won't be any problems.
Bob: Is that all?
Reg: One other thing. I want any agreed alliance to be solid and closely bound. Looking at long term stability and trust, rather than simply a transaction.
Bob: How were you proposing that be achieved?
Reg: You mentioned Beatrice, your daughter. Now in her thirties and unattached, I believe.
Bob: Yes, a source of frustration to my wife, Lois, and myself. She's so career focused.
Reg: I know the feeling. My wife Anette and I have the same problem with our boy Clem. Also in his thirties and after a few failed romances, is sworn off any more of them.
Bob: I see. I've met Clem and he seems a nice enough lad.
Reg: Would you consider a marriage alliance as well, to tie the companies closer together?
Bob: It's one thing for us to sit here playing match maker and quite another getting the kids to agree. Lead a horse to water and all that.
Reg: Seeing as they both have business savvy, maybe we can persuade them on the basis of creating a successful business empire.
Bob: I can see merit from a business perspective. Let's talk to our respective wives about this. Without them on board, we won't get past first base.

The four parents meet and are happy with the marriage angle, so they set up a social setting to see if romance grows organically. They are at the Martin home and the two 'love birds' are suddenly alone.

Clem: Where are our folks? They seem to have reasons to be somewhere else on a regular basis.

Bea: They do! I find it embarrassing. Is there a plot involved that we don't know about?
Clem: What sort of plot?
Bea: Well, my parents are always dropping hints about my finding someone before it's too late.
Clem: Oh, mine too. But are you saying they are trying to create a romantic interest between us?
Bea: I don't know, but their repeated excuses to leave us alone seem strange.
Clem: Are you open to the idea of finding someone?
Bea: Not really. My career is so rewarding.
Clem: For me, it's more about being burned before.
Bea: What happened?
Clem: My first girlfriend and I just agreed to part but the second one was seeing someone else at the same time as me. I confronted her, and she saw no problem in that. I was hurt and felt betrayed, so I swore that was me done with romance.
Bea: Let's tackle them about it when they return.

The parents come back with curious looks on their faces.
Clem: Is there anything we need to know about tonight? You are all acting rather strangely.
Bob: Why not you two (Clem and Bea) come into my office with Reg, and we can explain.

The four enter and sit around the office desk. Bob gives himself a moment to gather his thoughts.
Reg: Perhaps I can explain. As you both know, our companies are considering an alliance. It was proposed as a straight business decision. I put forward the idea that it would be even stronger if we had a marriage alliance as well. You seem to get on, and neither of you are getting any younger.

Clem and Bea look at each other with a startled look on their faces.
Bea: Well, talk about cutting to the chase.
Clem: We don't know each other that well.
Reg: Clem, your mum and I were married as a deal to amalgamate two shipping firms, and it worked out. We grew to love each other.
Bea: That can happen, but it has a risk factor to it.
Bob: Well, you both have similar interests and seem too busy or too hurt to go out and find someone yourselves.
Clem looks at Bea: What do you think?
Bea: My business head says it's a good move. I just need my heart to be convinced.
Clem: Me too. But my business head usually wins, so what do you say?
Bea: I'm prepared to do it.
Clem and Bea sit in disbelief that they have agreed to this, but inside are excited by the opportunity. 

All four return to the living room.
Lois and Annette together: Well?
Clem: You tell them, Bea.
Bea: We've agreed. A moment of madness maybe, but it makes business sense and romantically, the push we both needed.

The champagne pops and talk of the new business alliance is for tonight at least, put on the back burner.
Lois: You can live in the self contained flat we have at the side of the house for now, until you find your own place.
Annette: We will have to arrange the wedding immediately, as bookings often stretch a long way ahead.
Clem: We've agreed to the wedding but we need to take the lead in the planning, with your help.

They continue the pleasant evening, all excited about the future as families united in wedlock. 

Reg and Bob look at each other and smile. Another successful day at the office.

What do you think? Will the marriage be successful? Let us know in the comments.

Coach of The Boys' Team

Samuel Roddick is the soccer coach of a boy's team. Linda Lucas is a trailer park mom who is ambitious for her son, Stephen.

The boys are coming off the field after a 1-1 drawn match. A reasonable result against a similar ranked team.
Sam: Well done boys. You didn't let falling behind get the better of you.
Linda comes across to Sam: Coach, I noticed Stephen was playing on the wing today instead of the striker. Why was that? He's the best finisher in the team.
Sam: With plenty of season to go, I wanted to try out Oliver Wagner to see how he went up front and he scored the equaliser. I need to keep my options open in case of injuries. Stephen will be be the striker next week against the top side in the league.
Linda calms down: Well, if it's only for one week.
Sam: I assure you it is.

Oliver's mother Megan (white top) was listening and as Linda walks away, she approaches Linda.

Megan: Hi Linda. My son Oliver is playing well. I think it's great that the coach is experimenting. Oliver was sensational as the main striker. I hope he gets more chances to prove how good he is.
Linda is annoyed: Stephen is the best striker in the team.
Megan: He may be, but Oliver is also great.
Linda: He is not quite at Stephen's level.
Megan: Oh, well, I've noticed you're always the one volunteering for the carpool and the snacks. It's so kind of you to do that. I'm just so busy with my work. I hope that doesn't mean the coach feels pressured to keep the kids in certain spots just because some parents are more available.
Linda: What are you insinuating?
Megan: Oh, nothing. You look nice in those shorts, by the way.
Linda: I don't use charm or help out just to promote Stephen! I just want the best for Stephen and that he gets where he is on merit!
Megan smiles: Of course. I'll see you at the next game.
Linda watches Megan walk away, feeling a mix of anger and frustration. 

Sam overhears the conversation and walks over.
Sam: Ignore her. Soccer moms can be a handful. It's more stressful for me managing them than the coaching role. Stephen gets his opportunities on merit, nothing else.
Linda: I know that, Sam. It's just... I want him to get a scholarship even though he is still young. It's the only way out of the trailer park. By the way, someone stole his practice ball there. He let some boys borrow it and the ball disappeared. They all said it wasn't them. He's so disappointed. 

Sam looks at her, really seeing the desperation behind the ambition. He feels a sudden protective instinct toward the boy and the woman.
Sam: He's got the talent. We just need to refine the temperament. Come on, let's get these kids to their parents before the rain starts.
Linda softens: Thank you, Sam. For everything.

Later, Sam gets a nice quality ball and takes it the Lucas' trailer home. He drives up and Linda comes out .
Linda: Everything okay?
Sam: I've got something for Stephen. He produces a gift wrapped ball but it's pretty obvious what it is.
Linda: Stephen, can you come outside, please. Stephen runs out and sees the gift. Mr Roddick has got something for you.
Stephen's eyes light up: Wow, thank you.
Sam: Don't loan it out. It's a quality ball. Make sure you're playing when it's in use.

Stephen runs off kicking the ball and is soon joined by other boys.
Linda: You didn't have to do that, Sam but it's appreciated. Now, let's go inside and have some tea.

They sit at a small dining table.
Linda: Stephen doesn't have a male role model. You and one of his school teachers are all he's got in that regard.
Sam: His father's out of the picture?
Linda: His father is well gone and not missed.
Sam: I try to be a role model for all the boys, especially those without a dad.
Linda: You are a stable influence, there coaching week after week. You are firm but fair.
Sam: Even if Stephen plays on the wing?
Linda smiles: Not fair, Sam. Anyway, I've always found you respectful and handle frustrations as a coach with calmness.
Sam: It's easy for a coach to get frustrated, but it doesn't help. Coaching requires discipline as much as playing does, maybe more. I want the boys to see that and be the same when they play. Respecting the authority of the official is essential. Respect for opponents, too.
Linda: You also set clear boundaries and standards. Miss training and you don't play.
Sam: I have to make sure they give themselves the best chance of succeeding. When a player tries their best, there is nothing to be critical about. If I sense a lack of commitment, I have a talk with them, no matter who they are. No improvement in the attitude and they are off the team. Parents are told why too, which isn't easy.
Linda: Thanks for the help with the team and for the ball you bought. You really didn't need to. I can afford one.
Sam: I wanted to. Anyway, I must be off.

Then Stephen bursts into the trailer with his ball firmly tucked under his arm.
Stephen: Can Mr Roddick stay for dinner?
Linda looks across at Sam: He's most welcome, but he may have a prior appointment.
Sam: I do. My girlfriend Amy has invited me over for dinner, but thank you for asking.
Stephen looks dejected and Linda looks disappointed.
Linda: I never see Amy at any games.
Sam: She isn't really into sports.

Sam leaves and Linda looks out the window as Sam drives away. Her disappointment has told her something she hadn't really thought about. She does like him, and now that Sam seems out of reach, his desirability has now gone up a notch or two. Stephen sits down and looks sad.

Stephen: I was hoping you and Mr Roddick would fall in love and get married.
Linda sits next to Stephen and reaches for his hand.
Linda: Don't be silly, Stephen. He's the coach.
Stephen: But he's nice.
Linda: He is nice. Now, I'll get dinner on.

The season continues and Linda now feels a bit awkward in Sam's company and keeps a little more distance between them. In the meantime, Sam and his girlfriend part ways, but Sam says nothing. The season finishes and Sam comes around to the trailer park and asks if he can take Linda and Stephen out for a meal to thank them for the support they gave him through the season.
Linda's eyes widen: I'm a bit surprised you'd want to.
Sam: You were great support for me, Linda. And Stephen gave his all for the team. Played wherever I wanted him to without complaint.
Linda smiles: Unlike me.

Sam takes Linda and Stephen to a restaurant and they have a nice time. They go back to the trailer park and Stephen runs into the trailer while Linda lingers in the car with Sam.

Linda: Thank you for the meal, Sam. It was wonderful.
Sam: It's my pleasure, Linda.
Linda: Sam, I have to tell you something. I really like you. And not just as a coach.
Sam smiles: I like you too, Linda.
Linda: I know you have a girlfriend  and I'm hardly someone a man like you would be interested in. I'm just a trailer park mom.
Sam: Linda, please don't talk about yorself like that. I'm a simple man. I like your ambition, I like how much you care for Stephen and I like the way you look.
Linda blushes: Really?
Sam: And I'm not currently seeing anyone. Amy and I went our separate ways a few months back.
Linda: I had no idea. Now I feel all flustered.
Sam: Can I come in? The car's a bit cramped.
Linda: Please do. Stephen will be so happy.
They go into to the trailer and spend the evening talking and getting to know each other more. It's a beautiful start to something special.

A Pretty Pickle

Adam Lye has two young ladies at his employment who are interested in him. One is Pippa Stone, very confident and beautiful. The other is Dayna Wright, less pretty but sweet and genuine.

Dayna's supervisor has to drop some paperwork across to Adam. Dayna notices and volunteers to do it instead.
Dayna: I need a trip to the bathroom and I can drop them off on the way, as an excuse.

Adam is at his work station when Dayna drops off the paperwork.
Dayna: Hi Adam. Here's some paperwork from our department.
Adam barely looks up: Thanks Dayna.
Dayna pauses: How was your weekend Adam?

Adam stops what he's doing and swivels on his chair toward Dayna. He realises she seems to like him, although he's not particularly attracted to her. Adam decides to at least be polite.
Adam: Good thanks Dayna. And how about yours?
Dayna: Nothing much. We went for a drive as a family up to the hills and had a picnic at Bear Lake.
Adam:  It's nice up there.
Dayna: It is. She pauses. You haven't told me what you did yet.
Adam:  Oh, I went to a nightclub and had a nice time.
Dayna: That sounds cool. Did you take anyone?
Adam:  Pippa, from our sales team. 

Pippa hears her name from a nearby workstation and comes over. She ignores Anna and talks directly to Adam.

Pippa: I couldn't help hearing my name. Still reflecting on our date night out? She then leans on his desk with a confident stare, as if to say 'What are you talking to her for'?

Adam is a little awkward by Pippa's forwardness. He glances at Dayna and her face tells a story. No doubt she's been rebuffed by many a young man simply because she isn't of cheerleader quality.
Adam:  I'll be with you in a minute Pippa. He turns to Dayna. Do you dance?
Pippa folds her arms with a superior look but is also a bit hurt at her perceived rebuff by Adam.

Dayna answers: Er..not really. I've not had much experience.
Pippa: No surprise there. Some are born to be the center of attention, others are just... the audience.

Adam feels a tad annoyed. He doesn't like Pippa's comment.
Adam: That's not a very nice thing to say Pippa.
Dayna: Oh it's fine Adam, don't worry about it. I'm sure Pippa is just being honest.
Pippa: I'm always honest, darling. That's why everyone loves me. She winks at Adam. Now Adam, about that dinner date tonight. Are we still on?
Adam: Yes, we are.
Dayna quietly: I'll just head back to my desk now.

Adam watches Dayna walk away, her shoulders slightly slumped. He feels sorry for someone judged simply by their looks and not what's inside.
Pippa notices Adam's facial expression: Now, let's talk about where we're eating. I've heard that new French place is simply divine.
Adam swivels in his chair to face her: Sounds good, Pippa.
Pippa beaming: I'll see you at six. She blows him a kiss and glides away.  

Adam is left wondering why he feels so sympathetic to Dayna. He barely knows her. Pippa, however, is already planning the evening, convinced that Adam is completely smitten with her. She checks her reflection in a small hand mirror, adjusting a stray strand of hair.

Adam returns to his paperwork. He remembers the way Dayna's eyes looked, genuine and kind, contrasted with Pippa's sharp, calculating beauty. Yet it's the external beauty of Pippa that attracts him, not the inner sweetness of Dayna.

Adam and Pippa are eating at the restaurant. Pippa, for all her beauty and perceived confidence, is a bit insecure.
Pippa tests him out: You have an admirer in Dayna.
Adam acting naive: Do I?
Pippa: Oh please, you're not that blind. She looks at you like a puppy longing for a treat. It's almost pathetic.
Adam:  She's a nice person, Pippa.
Pippa goes in for the kill: Nice doesn't get you invited to the best parties or make people turn their heads when you walk into a room. She takes a sip of her wine, her gaze intense. You need someone with... panache. Is that what you want in a woman?
Adam:  I do. Someone with style, class and confidence.
Pippa smiles: Well, you've come to the right place. She leans closer. Me.

The rest of the evening goes pleasantly enough, and they depart to their respective homes.

Adam still lives at home with his mum Clare and one evening he is staring into nowhere.
Clare: What are you thinking about Adam?
Adam hesitates: When it comes to marriage, I fear ending up with someone I fall out of love with. How do you know when you meet the right person?
Clare: There is no perfect person out there for you. A successful marriage is about two people who put the other person first. Two people who endear themselves to each other with their kindness expressed.
Adam: When it comes to women, I find it hard to get past a pretty face.
Clare: You can soon get tired of a pretty face if the rest of the person isn't kind, thoughtful and loving.
Adam nods: That's helpful. Thank you.
Clare: Are you thinking about the Pippa that I have met a few times?
Adam:  Yes. She ticks the prettiness box, but not too many others.
Clare: Then I think you have your answer.

Adam: A pretty pickle I nearly got myself into.

Adam lets Pippa know that he wants to remain friends but nothing more. Pippa takes it rather badly and leaves work to join her father's business. 

Adam asks Dayna out and she is delighted. They get on so well. Clare gives her approval after getting to know her. 

They eventually marry and build a flat attached to Clare's house, a place for the young couple to live. Clare insists that she will live in the flat so that the newlyweds can expand the family. A grandchild hint, if ever there was one.

What do you think? Would you have made the same choice as Adam? Let us know in the comments.

Planning Is Everything

A group of four employees is staying at a rural accommodation as a thank you for a successful deal that was completed at their company. They are Rudy, Glenn, Leah and Yvette.

The shuttle bus arrives outside the accommodation. It's a log cabin building but also has that feeling of cosiness. Leah steps off the shuttle bus, inhaling the crisp, pine-scented air and stretching her arms wide. 

Leah: Now this is what I call a reward. I can actually hear my own thoughts for the first time in three months.
Yvette carries a small designer suitcase as she looks around the perimeter of the property with a curious expression. 

Yvette: It's almost too quiet, isn't it?
Rudy: Sounds perfect to me.
Glenn smiles but says nothing. Coming from a wealthy family, it's a little low rent, but he is accepting that the company budget won't allow for more. It's ideal for the intended purpose. 

They go in but no one is there to greet them. Leah walks into the foyer and notices a small, handwritten note taped to a side table. 

Leah: Wait, guys, look. It says 'Welcome, please make yourselves at home.'
Yvette frowns: Why would they leave a note instead of being here to check us in?
Rudy: Maybe that's the arrangement, just giving us privacy. Come on, let's find the bedrooms and then check out the rest of the place.
Glenn follows Rudy down the hallway: It does feel a bit... vacant.

There are two bedrooms, each with large single beds. The men and women choose a room for each gender and they leave their bags on the beds as they explore further. The kitchen is well appointed but basic, as is the dining and living rooms. Leah wanders onto the deck at the rear and sees a spa pool.
Leah: Wow, I know where I'll be later.

Yvette joins her, though she doesn't look at the spa; her eyes are fixed on the dense treeline surrounding the property. 

Yvette: Does anyone else feel like we're being watched?
Rudy comes out and leans against the railing, completely relaxed.

Rudy: You've been in the city too long, Yvette. The only things watching us are the squirrels.

Glenn: It's late in the day. Shall we arrange some food, as it appears it is not staffed? So much for rewarding us. Our department closed a lucrative deal, and this is what we get.

Leah feels chilled out: Oh come on, Glenn. It's an adventure. Let's just see what's in the pantry. 

The pantry has a reasonable stock of food but just basics such as bread, cereals, pasta, crisps and tinned food. The fridge has some fresh vegetables, cheese and dips. More importantly, white wine and beer along with lemonade, tonic and coke. Fruit juices too.

Glenn opens a bottle of wine with a sigh of resignation: Well, at least the wine is chilled. Who wants a glass while we figure out what to actually eat? The food isn't à la carte standard. 

Yvette sips her drink, then suddenly freezes, hearing a faint, metallic clinking sound coming from the basement.

Yvette: Did you hear that?

Rudy walking over to the basement door, he tries the handle, but it's locked.

Rudy: Probably just the pipes. This place is old. Stop stressing, Yvette, and let's get dinner on.

They all chip in and eat heartily, then sit in the lounge to let their dinners settle. There are some board games, jigsaw puzzles, playing cards and a book shelf with a variety of subjects. Glenn opens a cabinet in the lounge to find some spirit drinks.
Glenn: They've got some decent Scotch here. Anyone for a nightcap?
Yvette spies over his shoulder: I'd love a whisky and ginger ale myself to take to the spa.
Leah: I'm good, thanks. 

Rudy: Let's grab a beer. Glenn.

They change into swimwear and take their drinks with a few nibbles to the spa. The talk is convivial and more so as the drinks flow.
Rudy: I think I'm ready for bed. They all agree and go to sleep.

The next morning, Leah is first up and starts getting some beans on toast organised. One by one, they arrive.
Yvette: I don't get this. The place is okay, but a reward? It seems more like a bonding session to me.
Rudy laughs: A bonding session? 

Glenn sips his coffee, looking thoughtfully through the window: I think something went wrong with the planning.
Leah smiling: Maybe the test is just seeing if we can survive a weekend without our phones having any signal. She holds up her phone as proof that she's tried. 
They all check and sure enough, realize they each have no signal.
Rudy stretches his arms, oblivious to the concern: Who cares? We're on vacation. Let's go for a walk before the weather turns.
Leah looks at the horizon: A walk sounds great, but there is low cloud. Rain may be coming in.

Then a phone rings. They look at each other and then follow the sound. Leah finds a landline phone.
Leah: Hello? It's Leah here.
Peter Holmes at head office: Hello Leah. It's Peter from Human Resources. It's come to our attention that the catering firm has provided basic food but not service along with it. They were supposed to do breakfast and dinner, with you guys doing lunch. Sorry about that. We messed up on the planning. Do you want us to get the service side up and running?
Leah: I'll ask them. Leah puts it to them. Glenn and Yvette want service. Leah and Rudy aren't particularly wanting it. It's a 50/50 split decision. We're divided Peter.
Peter: Can I have an answer?
They decide not to bother and thank Peter for the call. They then plan the day.

Rudy: Let's pack a lunch and head up to the lookout point. It's 2 1/2 hours to get there and we can have a packed lunch and then back for a meal and spa.

They all get ready with tramping boots and rain jackets just in case and off they go. The walk is pleasantly cool and the view from the lookout is spectacular. They drop their backpacks and use a zipline (flying fox) that is nearby. They come back to lunch but realise that the sandwiches are missing.
Yvette: Who was looking after the sandwiches? There is bread, but nothing on it.
Glenn: I did. I packed them. He looks in the bag. Did I put the sandwiches back in the pantry and pack the bread?
Leah: Without your maid to look after you..
Glenn: Don't go there Leah. I'm not pampered.
Rudy: Easy mistake. I bought some chippies so we won't starve.

Later, they head back and cook up a pasta meal. The sandwiches are found in the pantry and put in the fridge to preserve them. Then drinks and off to the spa but the spa is cold. They check the plug and a timer has turned it off.
Yvette: I was looking forward to a nice hot spa. You boys should be taking care of that sort of thing, seeing as Leah and I have been cooking dinner and breakfast for you.
Glenn: Why would we expect a timer not set for each evening?
An argument ensues with frustrations surfacing.
Rudy: Calm down everyone. I'm sure I checked the timer but must have read it wrong. Anyway, it's not the end of the world.
Yvette: Of course not. It just feels like it.

They decide on an early night, but just then the phone rings again.
Peter: Hi guys. To make up for the lack of service at the lodge, we have arranged a cruise boat ride for you all on the lake. The boat owner will be there at 9am, but he has to be elsewhere after that. He will give you instructions before he heads off. Up for it?

Glenn: I'm familiar with boats. 
They all agree, and off to sleep they go in a slightly better mood.

The next day, they head off with their provisions and it goes as planned. Glenn's family has a launch at their country estate, so he is given the job of steering the boat. He starts the engine and they enjoy the scene from the lake to the shore. 

Glenn then tests its speed and roars around the lake with gay abandon. They all love it. He then pulls into a small bay with a jetty and they all get off and stretch their legs. There are picnic tables and the sandwiches make a belated appearance, even if a little soggy.
Yvette: Thanks for bringing the right lunch this time. Glenn bows. Then it's back on the launch. Glenn looks at the fuel gauge and says nothing.
Yvette: Missing your chauffeur, Glenn?
He ignores the barb while tapping the fuel gauge.
Glenn: We're very low on fuel, too little left to get us anywhere near where we started. We don't want to run out while on the lake. This is a popular picnic spot, so the road will take us back to the lodge.
Yvette: Too much showing off Glenn? You burned up the fuel being the fool. Glenn stares over to Yvette, scowling as he does so. Rudy cools things.

Rudy: Enough. It was foolish but unintentional. Let's get walking, as it is some way back to the lodge.

They trudge along the road and it is dark before they arrive back.
Leah: I'm tired. How about we stop somewhere and rest?
Yvette: What? Under a tree? I say we press on.
Rudy: Let's rest a bit and then decide. Then it starts raining and the mood among the group matches the evening rain clouds above.
Leah: I've been reluctant to have a go at you Glenn, but you have landed us in it now.
Glenn: I've messed up.
Rudy: I say we walk on. We have rain coats and the road is broad enough not to get lost, even in the dark. They arrive back at the lodge and they all have showers, a bite to eat but it's too late for a spa.

The next morning the shuttle bus is due at 10am, so they have a self help breakfast of cereals.
Yvette: Some reward this was. I'm aching after yesterday.
Leah: I have to agree. Not your finest hour, Glenn.
Glenn is past apologising and Rudy simply tells Glenn not to worry about it. The shuttle arrives and they take the trip back to head office and then go their separate ways home.

The next day, they arrive at work. The four are ushered into the boardroom. The CEO Cyril Masters is at the head of the table with Peter Holmes from Human Resources next to him.
Cyril: I have been advised of your weekend away. I have brought you here today to say that your reward was anything but. I apologise for that and will arrange another get away at a proper location with full service and activities.
He pauses: Actually, the trip was planned as it eventuated. You see, Glenn was there to sabotage things and by all accounts did a fine job. Simple things like no lunch and a cold spa, followed by a long walk back to the lodge.
Leah: Was this a character building exercise?
Cyril: More of an assessment. Peter will hand out your assessment result as judged by Glenn. We want someone with a cool head and a calm demeanour to run our new office on the West Coast. All three of you volunteered for that position, and the written applications you submitted had you all neck and neck in terms of who would get the nod. I'm pleased to let you know that the practical test was won by Rudy and he has secured the post.
Rudy: I'm stunned...and excited.
Leah and Yvette look at each other in disbelief.

Yvette mutters to Leah: Jobs for the boys.

Leah whispers back: He deserved it. 
Cyril: Your assessment result is in the folder and I suggest you each read it in private and learn from it. Thank you for putting yourselves forward for the position. And I heard that Yvette, no favouritism was shown. 

They walk out and Rudy turns to Glenn, Leah and Yvette.

Rudy: Can I buy you all lunch?
Yvette: Better make it a posh one Rudy. I'm gutted.
Leah: Me too. Actually, can you make it dinner so I can have a few drinks too?
Rudy smiles: I guess so. Just go easy on the booze.
Yvette: Yeah, right. 

Strained Relations

The Marks family is very wealthy. They have two sons, Sydney (Syd) and Gerald (Gerry). They have a nice boat that the parents let them use. Today, the two brothers and their spouses take a trip on the craft. 

Tension between the brothers is no secret but Syd says he wants to bury the hatchet with his younger brother Gerry. To show this, Syd and his wife Felicity invite Gerry and his and wife Margaret to join them on an excursion.

Gerry and his wife Margaret arrive at the Azzurra boat moored at the San Jorge Marina. The weather is fine but Gerry is cautious as to why his brother is suddenly keen to put his ill feelings behind him. They are greeted by Syd's wife, Felicity, who is already on board.
Felicity: Hi guys. We are going to set sail as soon as you embark.

They quickly hop on with their overnight bags and cautious smiles. They hope it's a bridge to a better relationship ahead. Felicity takes them to the larger sleeping cabin and she insists that Syd and her will take the smaller one.
Gerry: Syd does suffer from mild claustrophobia. We don't mind the smaller cabin.
Felicity: No, he will be fine.

The motor is soon in motion and Gerry goes to find the captain for the trip, Syd, and they give each other a man hug. The ladies head to the galley and sort out the food arrangements and likely dishes they could create.

The boat turns into a cove and they anchor. Lunch is served and they enjoy the bay with its picturesque village making the scene from the boat all the more memorable.

After some swimming, sunbathing and light banter, a simple but tasty evening meal is served. After the sun sets, the alcohol flows, especially for Syd. He pulls Gerry aside for a word.

Syd: So how's the golden boy doing, eh? Nice career and making the oldies proud.
Gerry heart sinks: I thought we were here to bury the hatchet.
Syd looks out across the water, his face now etched with pain.
Syd: It's hard when all you do is suck up to mum and dad. Okay, I'm the black sheep and deserve the tag but...you sure know how to milk being the favoured one.
Gerry: I'm not doing this Syd. The drink is talking and hopefully tomorrow you will be in a better state of mind. I'm going to bed.
Syd: Run away as usual.
Gerry turns around: You'd know all about running away.

Syd lunges forward and they start wrestling. Margaret and Felicity run out and convince them to separate. The brothers glare at each other and go to their respective sleeping quarters.
Margaret follows Gerry: When are you going to learn to turn the other cheek?
Gerry: I'm sorry. He has spent all his life trying to wind me up and you would think I would have learned by now.

The next morning Felicity knocks and enters Gerry's and Margaret's sleeping quarters. She says she can't find Syd. He found the smaller sleeping cabin too cramped and went to sleep on the deck sofa. 

They all start going around the boat, checking every possible place one could fit and then around the deck but nothing.
Felicity: Where could he be?
Gerry: It makes no sense. He did drink heavily but not so much as to fall overboard,  much less to not to call out for help. 
Felicity: Maybe he did but we didn't hear him. She looks bewildered. Where could he be?
Gerry: I think we need to alert the authorities as he's not on the boat and we can't see him anywhere in the water.

As they wait, they vainly recheck the boat. The police and coastguard arrive. The boat is rechecked again and the water around the area is patrolled by the coastguard but there is no initial sighting of him. The shoreline is then searched and his body is found close to some rocks.

They head back in the Azzurra to the San Jorge Marina. By now, Felicity is distraught and Margaret sits on the rear deck sofa and comforts her.

The police interview Gerry first.
Officer Perry: Mr. Marks, we have found your brother. It appears he drowned, although we're not entirely sure how it happened. We have to wait for the results of the post mortem. Tell us what you know.
Gerry: Syd and I had a small disagreement. A bit of push and shove.
Officer Perry: Then what?
Gerry: Our wives came out and stopped it.
Officer Perry: What was the disagreement about?
Gerry: That I was the favoured child. I said I wasn't going into that again and tried to leave but he grabbed me.
Officer Perry: Did you continue the dispute later?
Gerry: No. I went to bed with my wife and didn't get up at all until morning, when Felicity raised the alarm.

After some more questions for Gerry and then the two wives, their stories match up. They are all free to go but are informed not to leave the area.

Later, the post mortem shows there was a blow to the head, from something blunt, either his falling on the deck before slipping into the water or delivered by someone. The verdict is death by drowning. Everyone is called back for questioning but the evidence against any of them is deemed to be circumstantial, there being no reason to assume foul play in any case.

Weeks pass and Felicity comes to visit Gerry and Margaret in their home. They all share a meal together and settle, chatting with some drinks. Felicity is upbeat and cheerful.

Gerry: So how are you managing financially? Syd's gambling habit was no secret in the family and it did put a strain on your finances.
Felicity: It's funny you ask that. Syd had a very tidy life insurance plan. I'm doing quite well, actually.
Gerry: That's a relief, as I'm sure Syd would have wanted you to be looked after. 
Felicity: He would, wouldn't he? He always wanted the best for me.

Gerry goes to get some more wine.  

Margaret: We're so glad to hear you're doing okay, Felicity. Not too lonely?
Felicity grins: Syd's business partner, Roscoe, has shown an interest in me. We are seeing each other but not openly, as it is a bit soon after the funeral. But we get on well. Always have, so why hold back?
Gerry returns, having heard from the kitchen: You could have brought Roscoe with you. We would like to meet him.
Felicity: He's busy renovating our bathroom, I mean, my bathroom. Well, he still has his own place but stays often, so it's his bathroom too. She giggles, the wine doing its thing.
Gerry and Margaret look at each other.
Margaret: So how long have you and Roscoe been friendly.
Felicity: We have always been friendly, like I said. You must get to meet him.

After some more chatter, Felicity leaves. Gerry stacks the dishwasher and Margaret puts away a few things in the pantry.
Gerry: What do you make of Felicity's friendship with this Roscoe chap?
Margaret: It's a bit fast, isn't it? I mean, barely a few weeks since the funeral and she is practically living with this man.
Gerry: Maybe she just needs someone to lean on.
Margaret: Perhaps. But did you notice how she looked when she mentioned the insurance policy? She didn't hide her excitement.

They leave it at that and life goes on. One day Gerry is doing some work at a motel and gets chatting to the owner, Dylan, who is also his long time friend.
Dylan: That was tragic about your brother Gerry. Sorry about your loss.
Gerry: It was sad, but we had a difficult relationship. It's worse for his widow, Felicity.
Dylan smiles but says nothing.
Gerry: What's the joke, Dylan?
Dylan: Nothing, but still smiling.
Gerry: Come on Dylan, we're mates. No secrets.
Dylan hesitates: I don't want to gossip but this is in strictest confidence, okay?
Gerry: You have my word.
Dylan: Your sister in law Felicity was a discreet customer here. She didn't know I knew you and I didn't let on. She used to come with this fellow, never got to know his name.
Gerry: What time frame are we talking about?
Dylan: Started over a year ago. One time when she was paying for her stay, my wife Trixie handled the transaction. Trixie started gently guiding the conversation around Felicity's visits with a wink. Felicity opened right up, went off about her useless, gambling husband. That she wanted to divorce Syd but couldn't bring herself to do it. Trixi didn't let on about knowing Syd either.

Gerry went pale. He went home and told Margaret.
Gerry: I didn't think she was doing anything like this. What do you think about it? 
Margaret: We can't do anything with this information, Gerry. It's just gossip. It's a motive, but not proof.
Gerry: A motive for what?
Margaret: For something to have happened to Syd.
Gerry: You think she killed him?
Margaret: I don't know, but she wanted a divorce. She said Syd wanted to sleep on the deck's sofa but that is what Felicity told us. Why choose a cabin that Syd might feel claustrophobic in? Maybe she encouraged him to go on deck, perhaps plying him with more drink and then did the deed.
Gerry: I want to talk to Felicity and confront her with what Dylan told me but I gave my word not to talk about it. Besides, as you say, it isn't proof of anything. It could be coincidental.
Margaret: He was your brother. Can you leave it as it is?
Gerry rubs his chin, thinking: I don't know. I'll talk to Dylan and see if he is prepared to assist in a police enquiry if it comes to that. 

Gerry approaches Dylan and he agrees to assist. The police investigate but decide there is insufficient proof. Felicity is upset that they went to the authorities and comes by one evening.

Margaret: Come in Felicity. She storms in and stands in the entryway. Gerry joins them from upstairs.

Felicity: How dare you go behind my back and talk to the police? I thought we were family!
Gerry joins in: We only wanted the truth, Felicity.
Felicity: The truth is you've always distrusted me and now you're trying to paint me as a monster. I loved Syd!
Gerry: Did you? Because we heard about your visits to a motel.
Felicity: I was lonely and starved of affection. Gamblers can be emotionally cold and Syd certainly was. You have no right to judge me on that. And to say that was a motive for murder?
Margaret: We're not judging, Felicity. We're just confused and we felt the law should decide, not us.
Felicity: Confused? You're not confused, you're hateful. Well, you've got your answer. The police agreed it proved nothing.
Gerry: We accept the police's verdict.
She stares at them and then turns around and leaves, slamming the door. 

Gerry: Maybe we should have stayed quiet? It's solved nothing.

Margaret: It would have played on our mind. At least the police know about it and if they find other information, it's building a case. That is if there is a case to build on. Let's have a drink. Hopefully Felicity will realise we didn't act with hateful intent. 

Is there a case? Did Felicity set things up to get rid of an emotionally cold gambling husband so that she could be with her lover? Or was it just a set of circumstances that came together that looked suspicious? The case remains open.

They don't see Felicity again, and Gerry has to accept that what happened to his brother may never be known with certainty.