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Profits
by Vicarshusband
 A cynical take on Brian's magnanimous offer from the
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Ian retrieved the post from the doormat and dropped it on the breakfast table beside Adam.
"I have to be away" he said. "We've the new manager starting today, remember."
"Oh, yes" said Adam, putting down his Guardian, "Such a shame about poor Roy."
"Ah well" Ian replied "there was no way Caroline could keep him on after what he did. Anyway, a fresh start will do us all good. See you at lunch."
Adam did not reply immediately. he had opened the large brown envelope and was frowning. "That can't be right" he muttered to himself.
"Oh - no. I have to see Brian about some - er - figures".
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"Sorry, Adam". Brian was hurrying out of the house at Â鶹ԼÅÄ Farm. "Late already for the school governors. Anyway, it's nothing to do with me. You have autonomy now, you know. Speak to Bryce."
"But Brian" Adam protested "these figures. Management charges. Interest. General overheads. Consultancy fees. Entertainment. Ground rent. Use of the Â鶹ԼÅÄ Farm trademark. And the rest. How is my business unit ever going to make any profit at all with all this charged to it?"
"It's really not my problem" sighed Brian, settling down in the new Jaguar. "You have complete autonomy. You signed the agreement. I'm sure everything is in accordance with that. If you have any questions, speak to Bryce, not me. Now, I have a rather important meeting and I don't want to be late."
Adam stood in the drive as Brian gunned the engine, coughing slightly in the dust that was stirred up.
Somehow, he felt, he had been stitched up. Again.
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