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Don’t fuck this up Adam, Don’t you dare fuck this up. Adam Kenyon thought to himself as he drove down an old country road on his way to, hopefully, a major story.
Adam was only 20 years old but already landed a top internship at the Daily Mail, his original goal was to make it as a journalist there by 1995, but it was March 1993 and this assignment could make or break his career.
“Ugh Christ,” Adam said reaching for his Motorola that just started ringing, well maybe ringing was a nice easy to say it was blaring like a fucking fire alarm.
Adam put the brick up to his ear, “This is Adam Kenyon, intern at the Mail, Uni squash player, all-around clever chap, what do you need?”
“Do you really start every conversation like that, Adam? If so you are so fucking insane,” A dry voice said on the phone.
“Thanks, Fergus,” Adam said to his best mate. Fergus and Adam met at university only two years ago at squash practice and are now roommates.
“So what exactly are you doing Adam?”
“Tracking down this one story. It’s well known that one of the Tories’ best spin MPs, Julian Fawcett, has a scandalous life. But apparently every Thursday night, he sneaks off with some lucky lady over to this old Tudor manor and does it. But I heard tonight he is going with a Labour MP Vikki Dia. If I could get Fawcett caught with his pants down and write a story about it I could get a secure job at the mail.”
“So you are taking pictures of porn basically?”
“No, it’s not like that Fergus, I’m leaking a sex scandal that could end two prominent MPs careers.”
“I don’t know Adam, I’ve heard about some politicians that sleep with the other party, and Number Ten feeds on that stuff, it’s basically a promotion to them.”
“Yeah, but I need a story and I just can’t wait to see how Fawcett spins himself out of this. Watching Spin Doctors trying to fix their party's shit is the best thing ever. It has become my new favourite sport, Fergus.”
“Okay, I see your point Adam, but how will the Labour party react?”
“What do you mean, Vikki Dia is losing popularity by the hour, when this leaks nothing will save her, not even the Labour’s Screaming Bagpipes Spin Doctor, Malcolm Tucker can save her.”
Fergus thought for a moment, “Yeah, Adam, you are probably right. Say why don’t you join politics like me?”
“Fergus, if you become an MP, I will be your advisor, but until then no thanks, I like my crappy job at the Mail.”
“Okay Adam, have fun taking creepy pictures of MPs, make sure you get nice shots of Julian’s milky thighs and…”
“Yeah, I’m going to stop you right there, I’ll call you later Fergus,” Adam said as he hung up. The reception was getting pretty bad; the call would have ended soon anyway.
Fergus is great Adam thought to himself, I don’t get why all the other blokes out there can be like Fergus like he truly gets me, I could spend the rest of my life with him and…. Woah, Adam! What the hell are you thinking about!?!
Snapping back into reality, Adam turned into the manor “Button House.” Adam vaguely remembers that name but from what?
He sees two cars already parked there, Julian and Vikki.
“This will be bloody brilliant,” Adam said to himself as he got out of his car and grabbed his camera and tape recorder.
While trying to ignore the antics in the house, The Captain looked out the window and saw a young man get out of the car and sneak on the grounds of the house. The Captain took a closer look at the man… well more of a young adult. He examined the stranger’s face very carefully.
“Oh No,” The Captain said to himself, this was no stranger.