Friends

‘Brainstorming, is that what they call it?’

‘More of a lightbulb moment,’ Stephen said.

‘We need to save the business, but we can’t do it alone. Sooner or later we need to trust each other. I know we got off on the wrong pair of shoes.’

It was a strange turn of phrase, but Stephen liked his attitude. There was something about this man, which was a good type of different. Since he walked into his office, asking for a job, they had aligned an unusual friendship.

He still didn’t know who his family was, or why he asked for the job, but he was the one man he could trust. Sometimes sharing a problem gave the answers.

‘We could sell more lightbulbs,’ Alan said.

Stephen laughed, if only it were that easy.

‘Different types of lightbulbs, I’m thinking more like specialised lightbulbs. The ones that are solar powered,’ he said, handing a bulb over. It was smaller, and already lit.

‘On my planet they’re all the anger,’ Alan said.

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