Andrew walks into a betting shop. One person is sitting at the counter reading the paper. The clerk is behind his desk.
Clerk:
Morning Andrew. Didn’t expect to see you here.
Andrew walks over to the desk and shrugs.
Andrew:
We’ve had a bit of trouble at work. I think I’ve finally worked out who has started this problem but that just going to cause more trouble. So I thought I would come for a walk and spend some my earnings from yesterday.
Clerk:
not bad, going to spend it all on here I hope?
Andrew shakes his head.
Andrew:
Nah just wanted to stick a few quid on for the rugby tonight.
Clerk:
Only a couple of quid.
Andrew nods
Andrew:
yeah just something to make it interesting you know.
Andrew pays for his bet and receives the ticket. He is stopped before he can leave.
Old Guy:
Hey superstar
Andrew turns around to face him.
Old guy:
Not very often I see your face in the news paper.
Andrew:
What do you mean?
Old guy:
Have a read
Andrew grabs the paper and slowly reads it, his jaw tightening. Continues to read while speaking
Old guy:
Didn’t bet right on that one. Says you’re an addict.
Clerk:
What?
Andrew:
Its lies.
Andrew *Whispers*:
Son of a bitch
Clerk:
I thought I read something about that a while ago.
Andrew:
It’s a lie. If I was an addict wouldn’t I be on a register somewhere
Clerk:
I suppose.
Andrew finishes reading and chucks the paper on the table. He walks back up to the desk.
Andrew:
Hundred quid on four at the next at Henlow.
Clerk:
You sure?
Andrew:
Just do it.
Andrew pays the clerk and receives the ticket. He walks outside and grabs his phone after a few seconds its answered.
Andrew:
Is that Anni?
Pause
Andrew:
Great. Is Mark there?
Pause.
Andrew:
Anni I know who first published the story.
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