George snickered at Fred's assessment of their brother's bowels. "Last season? Try the past two decades, brother of mine," he said, getting more and more into the spirit of his idea.
It felt like old times.
He frowned, glancing briefly at Audrey. "Mmmm, yeah she is. Though everything is in Angie's name now - even the house - I wouldn't put it past her or Percy to do something vindictive over a prank."
George smiled ruefully at his brother. "When I got sober, I transferred WWW, the company, its assets and the title to the building and our house to Angelina. Technically speaking, I'm Angie's employee," he said, then smirked.
"Really, shagging the boss isn't so bad after all."
He leaned into Fred to whisper in his brother's ear. "Just a few drops ought to do it - into his drink. He'll be heading to the loo before dark."