Of course he probably already knows what I've been up to. How does he know? Does he have people watching me?

'We need to chat! Really means he needs to give me a lecture, and why is Taylor driving me to Escala? I'm quite capable of driving myself. I shove my hands in my pockets. Oh no! My car keys. I realise I left them on Andrea's desk this morning whilst having my milk. So Taylor will need to drive me, I'm not going to ask for my car keys back. It wouldn't surprise me if Christian has already moved the car. He'll be furious with me for being so careless as he bought me the car for my birthday a few weeks ago. Well it's his fault for being 'busy'; he shouldn't have made me cross and upset.

I take the coffee into Mr Edwards; he's on the phone and doesn't even look up to thank me. He just carries on his conversation about not having full authorisation to transfer that amount across yet. I wander back out and find a desk that no-one seems to occupy. I sit down and check my phone, no more texts thankfully. Shall I reply? No, it won't make the situation any better.

I glance idly around the room, it's very quiet, everyone must be out at lunch. I'm bored. I start to spin round in the chair, seeing how many times it will spin round with a quick push off the desk. High level, low level, fast and slow. I feel like I'm being watched. I try to stop quickly but end up falling off. I don't see his face but I hear him shout as he enters my boss's office 'Edwards, what is Mr Trevelyan doing, I do not pay him to spin around in a chair'. Another thing for him to add to the list. I sit quietly and wait.

I don't have to wait long, my boss shouts from his door 'Boy, my office now!' As I enter he looks at me though narrow slitted eyes and says 'Please explain to Mr Grey what you were doing.' I look at Mr Edwards and glance nervously at Christian and then back to Mr Edwards.

My hearts beating fast and my palms are sweating. 'Well Mr Trevelyan, We're waiting' says Christian in a soft voice that makes me look at him again. He smiles and winks at me. He's on my side and not cross. Something must have happened. I don't look back at Mr Edwards, I reply to Christian 'I was bored so was trying to amuse myself because I had nothing to do, I'm sorry for wasting company time' Christian smirks and says 'Tell me honestly, what have you learnt so far working in accounts today?' I look at Mr Edwards out of the corner of my eye and then reply 'Mr Edwards likes his coffee black but he doesn't like me for some reason. He's not been Head of accounts for long and he's not authorised yet to transfer huge sums of money to someone he was on the phone to earlier'

There's a sharp intake of breath from the other side of the table. Christian smiles at me, then hands me some documents. He asks me to go outside and read them, if I need to tell him anything about them I can signal him and he'll come to me.

I return to the desk that I had allocated to myself and soon become absorbed in the figures and data. In the last couple of years Christian has given me this type of spread sheet to look at to see if I can understand them, often having to spend time listening to my endless questions and taking time to answer and explain. Christian must have been watching me because as soon as I glance up he's on his way over. He leaves three other people in Mr Edwards's office; I'm surprised to see them there as I didn't hear anyone coming in. I only recognise Ros.

Christian cocks his head to one side; he doesn't speak but just leaves me to talk. I've found that small amounts of money have been carefully juggled between 2 or 3 different accounts before being transferred to same final one. It has only started happening in the last three weeks. Christian grins at me and tells me that's how long Edwards has been Head of Accounts.

Just before he turns to head back into the office he says 'Well done, little bro. We still need to chat about this morning. I know it's earlier than planned but Taylor will be waiting for you now. Go and amuse yourself on the Xbox until I get home'

Wow, he's pleased with me, he's not as angry as he was so perhaps our chat later might be just that instead of him venting his anger. As I head out to meet Taylor my blackberry vibrates, there's a text from Elliot and I smile as I read it 'If you were working for me you wouldn't have time to be falling off chairs! Will see you tonight for some boy time; get the balls ready, Laters '