Cabinet Secretary Sir Edd Evans-Morley scrutinised the three ashen faces before him with some cautious satisfaction. He had unexpectedly come across the trepidous trio scampering through the corridors of Number Ten, clearly agitated and, in the case of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, somewhat tearful. Sir Edd knew that nervous people were vulnerable people; vulnerable people were easily persuaded and could be used to his advantage.
“Well, well!” said Sir Edd, a macabre smile teasing his lips. “What do we have here? Now, would you chaps like to tell me just what you are up to?”
Chancellor Ian Risk lingered at the back, leaving Minister for Culture, Media & Sport Mick Canning and Minister for Good Ideas & Gin Dr Samantha Martens exchanging worried glances and little option but to answer Sir Edd. Dr Martens swallowed hard and held up the journalist’s phone.
“The press have got some pictures,” she…
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