“Bright! Bright! Bring the Rolls round to the front of the house...” Sir Clive bellowed out his orders, “... you're driving me to the City.”
“What? Right now?” Kelvin Bright was obviously put-out by the sudden order.
“Yes now damn it! And mind your damned impudence! Or you won't be driving for me much longer!”
“Yes Sir!” Bright sparked up. Muttering “Fat old bastard.” under his breath as he went.
“Anjelica! Confound it woman where are you?” Anjelica appeared, red faced and leaning against the doorframe,
“Did you call me sir?” She barely managed to utter.
“Good heavens woman! Are you drunk?”
“Oh good lord no sir! Just a little woozy, that's all, been working hard all morning.” she hiccupped.
“I want one of the spare rooms ready for when I get back, make it the double one next to mine, I’ll have a couple of young ladies to entertain. Are you listening to me woman!?”
The car pulled up outside, Kelvin impertinently sounding the horn.
“We'll be back in the early hours, do not disappoint me Anjelica!” He warned her.
“No Sir! I won't Sir! You can always rely on me sir!” The thought of him entertaining two young ladies sent her fleeing to the bathroom to vomit.