Money for Nothing by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781911420569
Publisher: Canelo
Published: 2017-11-14T00:00:00+00:00

Nasdaq: 2870

EUR/GBP: 0.6265

Brent Crude Oil: 24.75

The seven of them sat together on a cluster of leather sofas and armchairs in the Captain’s Bar of the Mandarin Hotel. Judging by the warm welcome afforded Fergal by the members of staff, Imogen could see that he was a familiar face. It was the first time Imogen had met Krystina although she’d heard plenty of stories about her from Fergal. She was beautiful, no doubt about that, but she couldn’t help but feel that Al was more interested in the reportedly great sex than whether they were soul mates. He looked well if a little over-dressed. His clothes were more expensive than before. She preferred him slightly scruffy, unshaven. Maybe that didn’t sit so well with his new self-image; maybe that’s what three years at Hartmann Milner had done to him – or was it Krystina’s influence?

‘Now that Denise has decided to call time on things, I suppose I can tell you what happened.’

Imogen watched Fergal. He had changed and not just in his wardrobe choices which were very unFergal, stylish even. There was a sadness about him. Clearly he was upset about what had happened with Denise, something that he had made a point of telling them all about when they first arrived. This was an awkward moment in itself. It felt like a normal Fergal story, a funny one, eliciting plenty of laughter at yet another of the mad Irishman’s exploits; but what set this story apart from all the others that she had heard over the years was that Fergal wasn’t laughing. He smiled at the absurdity of the coincidence that had given away his infidelity. Rob and George clearly didn’t pick up on Fergal’s angst – still thought of him as the Fergal of old – and laughed when Fergal had described the can of Guinness being hurled at his head and were still laughing when he launched straight into another story from some years before. But Imogen could see that he was putting a brave face on things and his storytelling was part of that, a way of papering over the cracks. She knew all about that in her relationship with Francois who sat on the sofa next to her, even held her hand by way of contriving to make it appear that they were happy together. Francois was nothing if not a stickler for keeping up appearances.

‘I was confused as to the exact etiquette involved with attending a swingers’ party,’ said Fergal, ‘like if you go to a dinner party you take flowers and wine perhaps so I thought I should get a gift of some sort. So I popped into a sex shop in Soho and picked up some bits and pieces.’ Seeing Rob’s and Al’s impending enquiries as to the specifics of his purchase, Fergal said, ‘I’m not going into the gory details.’

‘Please do,’ said Krystina.

‘No, no, suffice to say that I thought I’d got a decent cross-section of stuff. Something for the ladies and the gentlemen.

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