Chapter 7: The Workplace

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• A Portrait of Colours   Chapter 27: Paranoia

  Matthew Cole was at a loss for words. Last night, his brother had acted all weird and shit, when he had mentioned Colin Gallagher’s name. Nathan told him they were old acquaintances and he wanted to surprise the man for lunch. Well, surprise!

• A Portrait of Colours   Chapter 26: City of Five Million

  Nathan was stuffed. He strolled along the lively street filled with pubs and restaurants, after having eaten his dinner at one of the restaurants. He’d eaten probably the best burger he’d had in a really long while. Sighing contentedly, he made his way through a side street as a shortcut back to the condo. His phone, which was on silent, vibrated once. Pulling it out of his jeans pocket, Nathan realised it was a text from his brother, asking of his whereabouts. Just as he was about to reply, he heard a soft moan.

• A Portrait of Colours   Chapter 25: Halfway Around the World

  Nathan Cole was pissed. He’d just spent a shitload of money to fly halfway around the world. Literally, he had spent close to 24 hours in economy class, squeezed in his seat like a sardine in a packed can, to come visit his favourite (and only) brother. And for what? His idiot brother, who was supposed to be on two weeks of well-deserved leave, had answered his boss’s early morning phone call, begging him to come back to work for a couple of days!! Being the doormat that he is, Matt had agreed, much to Nathan’s chagrin. There must be more than one accountant at work at that

• A Portrait of Colours   Chapter 24: A Changed Man

  “Could you stop being a dick to Mom and Dad?” The first thing Colin heard when he walked through the side door from the garage to the living room was the accusatory voice of his once adorable but now rather snarky kid brother. Jeremy was seated cross-legged on the leather sofa, phone in hand.

• A Portrait of Colours   Chapter 23: Nine Years Later

  9 years laterEighteen year old Jeremy Lee blinked sleepily and yawned before staring at the digital clock on his bedside table. It was a little after 3AM in the morning. A little growl emanated from his tummy as a sudden hunger

• A Portrait of Colours   Chapter 22: Goodbye My Lover

  The old industrial zone stood apart from pretty much anything, a lone destitute group of buildings in the middle of nowhere. It was once a bustling place, the epicentre of activity back in the early 1900s, but its glory days were long gone. Now it was nothing more than an eyesore for anyone driving past on the southern highway.