Three days earlier…

Scott woke up in his monster sized bed to shrill tones of his alarm clock. Pressing the snooze button he rolled over and pulled the covers over his head. With his eyes closed his thoughts wandered about in his head. It wasn’t any sunlight coming through the lace curtains that covered the floor to ceiling windows that faced east. This country sucks he thought. Waking up everyday to the dark skies was really not the best way to wake up. The alarm went off again and this time he sat up and turned it off.

Coming downstairs for breakfast, Martha was making his coffee. The morning news paper sat on the table next to his plate. Scott finished his breakfast and read the financial section of the Guardian while sipping his coffee. It seemed like a regular day in this big house where he lived alone, but at least there was something to look forward to - the Porsche would be delivered today. It had cost him close to ninety thousand pounds but that caused only a minor dent in his bank account. Scott, single, white male, twenty seven years old had a lot of money. Money that had been thrust in his face after his father had been murdered four years ago. He still thought about the times he and his father would go away on trips all over the world. He, Richard White had made it a twice-a-year occurrence after the passing of his mother, some fifteen years ago. Richard had never re-married and Scott had grown up not knowing the love of a mother. Just that of Martha, a fabulous maid, who’s whole family was in service for the Whites.

Scott got in to the back of the Maybach stretch and stared out of the window, as always as he was taken to the office.

“Hey! Scotty, morning’” said Steven who’d worked with Scott and his dad before him at the corporation – also inherited from his father.

“Good morning Steve, how’s it going?”
“Not too bad. Stock prices seem to be up. New virus spreading around and our boys have the cure.”
“Brilliant.”
“By the way, Scotty, your car’s coming in today. I told the boys downstairs to do a quick check and shine when it gets here, so that all you’ll have to do is drive it”
“Super. What’ll I do without you mate?”
Steve smiled. Almost laughed but managed to contain himself. “What say, drinks tonight? We ride in your new car?”
“Sure. Sounds good” said Scott gesturing a thumbs-up, the excitement growing in him, waiting for his new ride.

At the pub…

“That car is just awesome”
“Bet your arse it’s awesome mate” replied Scotty, as they walked towards the bar.
“A pint of the best for us Iain” Steve motioned to the bartender who turned around and waived a hello to the two of his regulars already seated at the bar.

Scotty was thinking about the girl, Emily, who he’d asked out to dinner and perhaps drinks this Friday night. The new car had done wonders for his confidence. Little did he know that with his looks he could take a girl out on a date on the tube and still manage to get in to her knickers. Steve and Scotty talked shop, while they emptied three rounds of Stella.

They hardly noticed the two girls who’d walked in and sat themselves down at the far side of the pub. They were also unaware that the two young girls had noticed them and were scheming of a way to go talk to the two handsome young men in nice suits who seemed to be drowning themselves in beer, by the pint.

Scotty stepped off his barstool to visit the loo. On the way, Scotty noticed the nubile two girls who were seated in a corner booth; their eyes seemed to be locked on him, watching him all the way to the entrance to the toilets. He smiled after opening the door. Looks like its not going to be a boring evening at the pub after all

Cathy and Susan could hardly believe their eyes as the good looking man returned their gaze – and was that half a smile? They giggled and clinked their glasses of wine and sipped it. Looks like our dry spell is over after all…Besides they look like they are doing well for themselves, judging by the suits at least. Wonder if either of them drove that Porsche parked outside…

Steve was on the phone when Scott got back from the toilet. Scott waited patiently while he finished his phone call to tell him about the two girls who seemed to show some interest in him. Steve did a subtle turn to see them and noted that they were quite fit. Motioning to the bartender, Scott queried as to who they were. Unfortunately it seemed that Iain wasn’t very familiar with the two, apart from that fact that whenever they came in they consumed a bottle of wine and left. Scotty’s next question was what sort of wine they had. The bartender held up a bottle.

“Alright mate, send them a bottle and put it on my tab, yeah?”
“Sure, not a problem” he said, smiling at the two men in front of him. All three of them knew what would happen next.