Section 93 Vernon’s days are numbered
The event could not go ahead… how could it, there was nothing to launch?
Vernon went back out into the garden wondering if his neighbours were keeping a record of this, yet another crisis conversation. It’d make intriguing reading for a blackmailer he thought as he listened to the ringing at the end of the line.
“Jean Luc, Hi look its Vernon. I’ve just got back from Edinburgh and there’s a pretentious letter from Tarkey which amounts to a fanfare announcing the launch of the Nonsense Filter. What Nonsense Filter Jean Luc?”
On the other end of the call Jean Luc sounded troubled and tired. “Hi Vernon. Glad you called. Look I’m sorry. My megalomaniac son went behind my back and phoned Tarkey assuring him that we were ready to go public. They’ve booked the Athenaeum at great expense, and though I’ve tried to call it off, he won’t cancel. You will come won’t you?”
“Should’ve booked the Coliseum” Vernon grumbled, “my days are numbered.”
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