"David, I told you it'd work!" the man screamed as he pushed open the large double doors in front of him.
A swivel chair behind a large desk turned around, pushed by another man sitting inside of were facing eachother, the latter with a sly grin on his face.
"Oh it has, has it?" He questioned, his grin growing wider nearly filling his face.
"Of course it has you bastard just turn on the telly!"
And so he did. Lifting the remote high enough to reach the virgin media box sitting across the room. A quick flash and the screen was alight, plastered across it were the words 'Jeremy Corby new labour man'. David had not been lied to.
"See I told you ya' cheeky sod, I'm ready for the lads to start rioting over this bit a banter. How d'ya think David's gonna handle this lot eh?" The first man questioned a grin wide enough to rival that of David.
"Ed will you stop with this banter nonsense it's ridiculous!" He yelled, slamming a single fist on the table knocking over a cup of coffee which slowly trickled onto the floor.
Ed went over to pick it up, before being gestured to stop with a wave of David's hand.
"Sorry David I...I was just trying to lighten the mood, I mean this is our, I mean your greatest victory. Jeremy Corby in office isn't this what you wanted?" Ed was almost pitiful now, kneeling on the carpet like a child who had done something wrong.
A bang was heard from across the room and both heads turned to see who would enter.
Another man walked in, dark suit and ruffled tie. Both heads turned quickly as the footsteps came closer.
"Ed what are you doing in my house!" He bellowed sprinting over quickly to the pair.
It was none other than David Cameronhimself.