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Will Bonner Gregory, the eldest brother, was the mirror image of his father down to his very mannerisms. Paul was totally different. A slim, handsome, blonde wavy haired youth, taller than the other two. Gregory and his father were focused directly towards Will, but Paul's eyes were scanning the women on the production lines. It was obvious that his mind was concentrating on other things. "Are you Will Brenner?" Mr. Garner's voice was deep and booming. What one would expect from the shape and volume of his body. "Yes Mr. Garner. What can I do for you?" "These are my two sons, Gregory and Paul." Gregory eagerly reached forward to shake hands but Paul was still detached. "Paul, pay attention." "Yes Dad. Sorry." "I want you to get them involved in every aspect of production, from when the product leaves design, to when it gets despatched. Before they move on, no matter how long it takes, I want them to be fully conversant." "Yes Mr. Garner." "If they give you any trouble you have my permission to kick their backsides." He led them both over to an area clear of machinery and people. By the look of their body language he was giving them some intensive advise. Briefly, looking over towards Will, the chairman nodded in approval and walked away, leaving the two young men in his care. During the ensuing weeks that followed their characters were soon contrastingly defined. Gregory was completely devoted to learning about the work. He absorbed every minute detail which resulted in copious notes and he would constantly ask questions, never letting go until he was fully acquainted with the problem. Paul, on the other hand, had a devil-may-care attitude. A typical rich man's son, always taking advantage of the moment to slip away from any work. After assigning them both separate work places on the production floor, Will would look across after awhile and see Gregory, head bent, beavering away, and Paul, away from his work place, laughing and joking with one of the women on the line. A reprimand had very little effect. Some days he would not show up for work, and it took awhile to find out what he was up to. "Where's Paul, Greg?" 324

The Reluctant Agent A Compelling Story of Espionage "He'll be on dad's yacht, in the marina, entertaining the sheilas." Will, from that day on found himself on more than one occasion visiting the marina. Paul would either be preparing or already have visitors, usually young women lying on the deck in bikinis. The ultimate threat would have to be applied to get him back to work. "I'm going to write a memo to your dad Paul." "You wouldn't do that." "It will read as follows. After observing Paul entertaining on your yacht instead of working at the factory, I would strongly suggest you put him to work in an environment that will suit his demeanour. He would fit perfectly in a night club." Will would always get him back to the factory, but he never changed throughout the whole period of his stay. Quite a few years later Mr. Garner died suddenly of a heart attack and guess who took on the chairmanship of that massive company? Yes, it was Gregory. He had been silently putting up with Paul's selfish ways for all those years and the moment he sat in his dad's chair in the boardroom, Paul found himself out on the fringes, begging for favours as the company moved forward, under the strong hand of Gregory. He could faintly hear Margaret talking through the misty past that was still evident in his thoughts. "I'm sorry Margaret. You were saying?" "You know the family. Are there any weak links?" It was as though she had been reading his mind. By now, Paul would be carrying around a lot of problems. Gregory, on the other hand, would be squeaky clean. Yes, Paul could easily be manipulated and Will felt his skin creep as he envisaged Margaret finding this out during the normal course of her enquiries. He could then find himself in a very 'iffy' position. He drew a deep breath and started to put into words what had been going through his mind, and Margaret's face lit up with every word. "You've saved me weeks of work Will. Whilst you were talking, everything fell into place. I'll need to sort out the details, but I can tell you basically what I intend to do." Will waited to hear the worst, especially to learn the extent of his own involvement. "We'll dip into his past and find something appropriate and then put the pressure on. When the time is right I'll ask you to pay him a visit. He will think it 325

Will Bonner<br />

Gregory, the eldest brother, was the mirror image of his father down to his<br />

very mannerisms. Paul was totally different. A slim, handsome, blonde wavy haired<br />

youth, taller than the other two. Gregory and his father were focused directly<br />

towards Will, but Paul's eyes were scanning the women on the production lines.<br />

It was obvious that his mind was concentrating on other things.<br />

"Are you Will Brenner?" Mr. Garner's voice was deep and booming. What<br />

one would expect from the shape and volume of his body.<br />

"Yes Mr. Garner. What can I do for you?"<br />

"These are my two sons, Gregory and Paul." Gregory eagerly reached forward<br />

to shake hands but Paul was still detached.<br />

"Paul, pay attention."<br />

"Yes Dad. Sorry."<br />

"I want you to get them involved in every aspect of production, from when the<br />

product leaves design, to when it gets despatched. Before they move on, no matter<br />

how long it takes, I want them to be fully conversant."<br />

"Yes Mr. Garner."<br />

"If they give you any trouble you have my permission to kick their backsides."<br />

He led them both over to an area clear of machinery and people. By the look<br />

of their body language he was giving them some intensive advise. Briefly, looking<br />

over towards Will, the chairman nodded in approval and walked away, leaving the<br />

two young men in his care.<br />

During the ensuing weeks that followed their characters were soon<br />

contrastingly defined. Gregory was completely devoted to learning about the<br />

work. He absorbed every minute detail which resulted in copious notes and he<br />

would constantly ask questions, never letting go until he was fully acquainted with<br />

the problem.<br />

Paul, on the other hand, had a devil-may-care attitude. A typical rich man's<br />

son, always taking advantage of the moment to slip away from any work. After<br />

assigning them both separate work places on the production floor, Will would look<br />

across after awhile and see Gregory, head bent, beavering away, and Paul, away<br />

from his work place, laughing and joking with one of the women on the line. A<br />

reprimand had very little effect. Some days he would not show up for work, and<br />

it took awhile to find out what he was up to.<br />

"Where's Paul, Greg?"<br />

324

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