Herbert wasn’t looking for problems when he stumbled into this one. He was walking home from his last day as a researcher in Parliament. An hour before he had walked into his boss's office and proceeded to get himself fired. He was fired for finding out something that was common knowledge all over the House of Commons. One of the worst kept secrets in all of Westminster. That is, assuming you are fool enough to believe there are any secrets in Westminster in the first place.
The researcher was attempting to get final approval for a report he was writing for his MP boss on the danger of global warming to agriculture in the North. The MP was the shadow Agriculture minister, but none too pleased about it. The MP was just that aggressively ambitious to take the back-water job. The MP took it all in that he was being watched for advancement, so he took the job with its muddy brief, hired the best researchers he could find, and got on with it. Herbert was just one of those researchers who had only taken the job because it paid very well and was a stepping stone to better things. Herbert never liked Richard Peuty MP, knowing full well what kind of grotesque man he was, but decided to grin and bear it for his future. Herbert even lost some of his friends and acquaintances because of it. Richard was pro-Euro, and Herbert’s friends weren’t, simple as that. When it came to European ambition and good old capitalistic traits, instinct didn’t count. Herbert was a traitor to the cause, full stop.
It was with this background that Herbert walked into his boss’ office to find “Dick” buggering a fellow researcher senseless while looking out over a view of the Thames. Herbert was shocked, even though in retrospect he shouldn’t have been, and to make matters worse he dropped the file with his report on the floor, further calling attention to his mistake.
“Dick” calmly turned in mid-thrust, glared at Herbert and fired him on the spot.
“Herbert get the fuck out of my office, and don’t ever come back! And if you tell anyone about this you will never work in Westminster again! Now get OUT!”, grunted the balding overweight MP and then turned back to the matters in hand.
Herbert’s two colleagues in the outer room said nothing to him as he packed up his things and left. They never even gave him a second glance as he walked out the door.
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