‘Those f*cking Howlers and their f*cking Altered have ruined my f*cking plans!!! Just why the f*ck did they have to come here of all places?!’ Ben internally cursed the appearance of the gang for the umpteenth time as he stared at the pile of documents on his desk with hateful eyes. The paperwork was stacking up to his chin, because he had recently instructed his staff to bring everything that needed his approval directly to him.
It wasn’t a coincidence that had led Ben Clove to Slough. The politician had done his fair share of research before he had come to the decision to campaign in this particular Tier-3 town, and unlike what he had claimed during the election period, his true reasons were far less utilitarian.