Prequel
Shrugging his blazer over his shoulders Malcolm fixed his cuff of the black Ted Baker suit.
"Sam! Get me Trevor on the phone, I've got some serious fucking cleaning up to do" Malcolm smiled to himself. He told them he would be back. They couldn't fucking keep him away. Steve fucking fleming and his cluster fuck reject of humanity. Turning down to his desk, picking up his ever faithful blackberry Malcolm's eyes fell upon a note sitting on the wood.
"Sam!" Malcolm shouted, hearing the door open but his eyes stared upon the letters. "Who put this here?" Finally looking up at Sam who glanced at the note in Malcolm's hand.
"I don't know Malcolm" Sam answered before she passed him the phone. "Trevor, like you asked" Sam said when Malcolm gave Sam a rather blank confused look.
"Right! Yes thank you" Malcolm nodded and he put the phone to his ear. "Trevor! You flaccid bull sucking spineless shit" Malcolm took a final look at the note. Glad to have you back. E.S. Holding the note over the bin, Malcolm watching the piece of paper float steadily to the bottom. Some things were better left in the trash.
Men and women, ministers of 10 Downing Street gathered around Malcolm's desk. All staring, eagerly awaiting his words of wisdom.
"Some people" Malcolm started. "They just fucking love to hate. Some people, they'd fucking walk around the fucking Garden of Eden fucking moaning about the lack of fucking mobile reception." Malcolm paced in front of his desk, looking to each and every member in the room. "These are the kind of fucks who watched Mandela- Fucking Nelson Mandela-" Malcolm hesitated suddenly, his eyes falling on a face at the doorway. Brain clicking back into gear he carried on, bringing his eyes away from the face. "Walk to freedom, and said is Midsomer Murders not on the other side? So we fucking forget about them. JB, Cal Richards and there hordes of fucking robots. They're coming over the hill towards us, and all you've got to do it this" Malcolm's anger flared. "Bend down, pick up any fucking weapon you can and twat the fuckery out of them. Let's set fire to tears!" Malcolm shouted, his audience getting fired up. "Let's go! Lets go. Yes!" Malcolm shouted still as everyone filed out. He turned to Sam as she followed everyone else. But he soon noticed he was not alone in his office.
"Where the fuck have you been!" Malcolm snarled as he stared at the person across his office.
"Good to see you too Malcolm" The voice replied, leaning against the door frame.
"Five fucking years Eve!" The angry Scot shouted and turned away from her, stepping towards the window as the memories came back to haunt him. He could never forget the moment she left.