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Chapter 15
Harold walked into his job at the clothing store with a smile and skipped into his boss's office. His boss, Mr. Redgrave (or Mr. Boss as Harold affectionately called him) had phoned Harold at home and asked him to come in early. Harold fully expected a raise. Who else knew so much about cashmere than him?
"Hello Harold." Mr. Redgrave greeted him.
"Hello, Mr. Boss, sir." Harold saluted the older man and he in turn chuckled.
"No one else is as chipper on a Monday morning as you."
"None, sir." Harold joyfully agreed. It WAS true.
"Now, Harold we need to have a talk." He motioned for the younger man to take a seat.
"Okey dokey."
Mr. Redgrave put his hands on his desk. "Now, this is kinda hard, because I enjoy having you here..."
Harold jumped up and gasped, his hands covering his mouth. "You're not firing me are you?!"
"No, no, quite contrary. Sit down. I'm asking you to transfer to our store in L.A. You'll be dresser to the celebrities."
Harold looked at Mr. Redgrave with stars in his eyes. "Oh, that's been my dream for so long! I could dress... Justin Timberlake!" he squealed. "Or... or... Danny Devito!"
The older man looked at him cautiously but nodded. "So, is that a yes?"
Harold's smile turned into a frown and he bit his lip. "Can I have some time to think about it?"
Mr. Redgrave sighed. "I can give you twenty-four hours."
"Ok. I'll decided soon." Harold said as he stood up. "Thanks."
"No problem. And Harold- you deserve it."
Harold smiled gratefully but inside, his mind was out of control. Did he really want to leave? Could he leave?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Phillip woke up and stretched in bed and saw his father standing over him.
"Care to tell me who you've been spending so much time with?"
"Harold." Phillip replied simply.
"Is that who I saw bring you home no once, but twice?"
"Yep."
"Don't you have any... girl friends?" Victor asked, his face clearly showing his disapproving view.
"Yeah. Belle and Chloe, I guess."
"Why not, I don't know.. spend some time with them?"
Phillip stood up against his father and simply stated, "I like Harold better."
"Phillip, I forbid you to see that guy. That's that's just..."
"Dad, don't even finish that sentence."
"I mean it Phillip. There ARE consequences top breaking my rules."
"I'll just have to find out, won't I?" Phillip asked rolling his eyes and left Victor angrier than ever. No way was his son hanging out with... a *gay* man.
Chapter 15
Harold walked into his job at the clothing store with a smile and skipped into his boss's office. His boss, Mr. Redgrave (or Mr. Boss as Harold affectionately called him) had phoned Harold at home and asked him to come in early. Harold fully expected a raise. Who else knew so much about cashmere than him?
"Hello Harold." Mr. Redgrave greeted him.
"Hello, Mr. Boss, sir." Harold saluted the older man and he in turn chuckled.
"No one else is as chipper on a Monday morning as you."
"None, sir." Harold joyfully agreed. It WAS true.
"Now, Harold we need to have a talk." He motioned for the younger man to take a seat.
"Okey dokey."
Mr. Redgrave put his hands on his desk. "Now, this is kinda hard, because I enjoy having you here..."
Harold jumped up and gasped, his hands covering his mouth. "You're not firing me are you?!"
"No, no, quite contrary. Sit down. I'm asking you to transfer to our store in L.A. You'll be dresser to the celebrities."
Harold looked at Mr. Redgrave with stars in his eyes. "Oh, that's been my dream for so long! I could dress... Justin Timberlake!" he squealed. "Or... or... Danny Devito!"
The older man looked at him cautiously but nodded. "So, is that a yes?"
Harold's smile turned into a frown and he bit his lip. "Can I have some time to think about it?"
Mr. Redgrave sighed. "I can give you twenty-four hours."
"Ok. I'll decided soon." Harold said as he stood up. "Thanks."
"No problem. And Harold- you deserve it."
Harold smiled gratefully but inside, his mind was out of control. Did he really want to leave? Could he leave?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Phillip woke up and stretched in bed and saw his father standing over him.
"Care to tell me who you've been spending so much time with?"
"Harold." Phillip replied simply.
"Is that who I saw bring you home no once, but twice?"
"Yep."
"Don't you have any... girl friends?" Victor asked, his face clearly showing his disapproving view.
"Yeah. Belle and Chloe, I guess."
"Why not, I don't know.. spend some time with them?"
Phillip stood up against his father and simply stated, "I like Harold better."
"Phillip, I forbid you to see that guy. That's that's just..."
"Dad, don't even finish that sentence."
"I mean it Phillip. There ARE consequences top breaking my rules."
"I'll just have to find out, won't I?" Phillip asked rolling his eyes and left Victor angrier than ever. No way was his son hanging out with... a *gay* man.