A bit of delay on this update, sorry! Again, thanks sooo much for the reviews. Also I'd like to apologise, Liam obviously did not walk out of the flat in just his boxers. I forgot to mention the vital fact that he did, in fact, put his clothes back on ahahah. (or if you prefer the other version, then by all means stick with that ha) Thanks Anna for telling me, and sorry again… whoops!

I have updated chapters 3 and chapter 4. (they are in fact, more like one chapter, but i thought i should split it as it was a bit lengthy. These chapters are more of a build up to the plot, and so if you think they lack actions, that is why. Chapter 5 will have more 'happenings' as it were.

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Michelle was standing outside the factory doors, it was 8:50am. She and Carla had agreed to meet just before 9:00am so they could get there before the workers. They had gone through new orders with new clients last night, and had already lined up a few potential new clients too. It was actually the first time they had remotely gotten on, and the buzz of the new business had them both quite excited.

Carla drove up to the factory doors, stepping out of her Mercedes, looking every inch the business woman.

"Sorry I'm late. Got these cut" she told Michelle, as she threw her a set of keys. "Head's up"

Michelle didn't know what had come over Carla. She would never usually do anything like this, everything was usually too much effort for her. Michelle joked to herself that Carla must still be drunk from the wine they drank last night.

"What ya waitin' for then?" Carla walked up to the doors and opened them with her own keys, tired of waiting for Michelle. The alarm sounded, wanting a code to be entered to put it off. "What did the guy tell you the code was?"

"Shit, I don't remember. But I do remember he said that if it isn't entered in 90 seconds, then it goes straight to the security centre"

Both of them looked at each other, Carla annoyed that Michelle was so ditzy, and Michelle feeling guilty and slightly stupid for forgetting.

"Oh fuck this" Carla said as she picked up the fire extinguisher that was stuck to the wall by the door, and smashed the alarm until it went off. She looked at it, and nodded. "That's better"

"What the hell did you go and do that for?"

"I had to. Some idiot forgot the code."

Both women walked into their office. Having only been there once before, they just stood there, looking at it. "What the hell is that manky brown chair that looks like it's older than your mum? I want one of those black leather chairs, you know, the ones that twirl and have wheels on" Carla demanded. Michelle just shrugged her shoulders and nodded in agreement, confirming to herself that she was right in thinking that Carla's niceness wouldn't have lasted long.

"Listen…" Michelle began. "The workers are going to be here any minute. I know most of 'em, so I think I'll just introduce us, explain our plans, our new orders and stuff, then we can get started as soon as, yeah?"

"No, I'm boss. I'll do it"

Michelle clenched her fists and sighed loudly, with the intention of letting Carla know how bossy and rude she had just been. She wondered what she had gotten herself into. Carla was not going to make things easy. For anyone.

It was 9:02am, and Carla smiled to herself. Although it was only by 2 minutes, the workers were late. She would have an excuse to tell them what's what and who's who. It was 9:07am when all the workers were finally sat down at their machines. They were all just sat there waiting, trying to stare into the office to see the new bosses, wondering what was going on, waiting for orders so that they could begin their work.

Carla walked out of the office, followed by Michelle. Carla didn't break a smile, her posture was straight and authoritative. Michelle stood beside her, but also slightly behind her, as if she was nervous.

Show time, Carla thought to herself. "Right" she began, her from-the-estate accent as strong as ever. "From by book, a working day is classed as an 8 hour shift. That is 9:00am until 5:00pm. So let's all be on time tomorrow eh?" Michelle cringed, she felt slightly embarrassed by Carla's already negative attitude. The workers just all looked at each other, wanting to laugh, but yet they were all too scared. They looked like young children on their first day of school. Carla held up a piece of paper in her hand, "I've got the next order 'ere, so you can all get started on this. I'm gunna promote one of you to temporary supervisor, just to start this order off." She scanned the faces of the workers. Some sat up, backs straight, eager to be supervisor. Some didn't bother. Too chilled to even care.

She thought to herself as she looked at each of their faces:

Kirk, nah, looks too thick

Beth,urgh, too cheap

Sally, too eager

Sean, hmm possibly

Julie, this could be fun.

"You" Carla pointed at Julie. "What's your name?"

"Julie. But you can call me Jules"

"No thanks. You're acting supervisor. Don't let me down" she finished as she handed her the paper, containing details of the order.

Nobody said anything for a while, before Michelle chipped in. "Well after that lovely introduction…" raising her eyebrows at Carla "…I think it's best to tell you that we are your bosses from now on. I own 40% of the factory and Carla…"

"Mrs Connor" Carla quickly corrected Michelle.

"…Mrs Connor owns 60%. We've got a lot of potential new clients, and we are both really excited about this business. We've got a good feeling about it." She tried to fix the damage Carla had just caused with her bitterness.

"Mrs Connor?" Sean quizzed. So you're related, Michelle?"

"Sisters" Beth added

"In law" Carla was quick to put them straight.

"So we are." Michelle agreed. "Sisters in law, and your new bosses. And so... as your new bosses, I think it would be a nice gesture for us to take you all for a drink at the rovers later, straight from work. Break the ice and all"

The workers got excited at the idea of free drinks, and they all nodded in agreement. Carla put on her fake smile, but gritted her teeth as she damned Michelle in her head. She was going to have to get used to all this fake smiling and fake laughing.

The new bosses walked into the office, leaving the workers gossiping, no doubt about them.