"Sit down, sit down," Nathan roared in an Oxbridge-coloured Middle-Eastern accent. "Welcome to Fleming, Kenneth. And hello to you, Karen, my little flower. How are you?"
Karen grinned back at him which sent a twinge of unjustifiable envy through me. "I'm fine Nathan, thanks. I'll leave you to it, unless there's anything you want, Kenneth?"
"No, that's great Karen. I'll see you later."
Nathan watched her arse admiringly as she swayed out of the room back in the direction of my office.
"A fine woman! You are a very lucky man. She was my SW for two weeks until my own dear Josie was recruited," he whispered loudly.
"Oh, of course. I hadn't really thought that she might, you know, with other men."
I must have sounded a little despondent because he immediately replied, "You mustn't get jea
