It was red now. ‘Don’t give me that, pal,’ he yelled. Randall couldn’t remember what he’d said to provoke this response. ‘It’s over for you at Warton. The best thing you can do is help us clean up the mess before you leave. Otherwise, you’ll never work in this country again.’ ‘I’m expecting to hear from Jamal any minute.’ ‘It’s four o’clock in the afternoon,’ Taylor shouted. ‘What’s he been doing all day? They’re sacked. You tell them from me, Tryon is out.’ ‘Who do we get to replace them?’ Taylor came up close, so close Randall could smell his breath. He had to stop himself from putting up an arm and pushing his boss away. ‘You’re our security expert,’ Taylor said slowly, his voice heavy with sarcasm. ‘You find us another company before you leave. And this time, pick someone who can tell the difference between their arse and their elbow.’ He left the room, banging the door behind him. Randall flinched, and realised his head was throbbing.
