Paul ran an experienced eye over the buffet tables, clipboard in one hand and pencil in the other. He was particularly pleased with the pastry selection this time round; Suzy had found some old recipes, probably handed down from their great grandmother, and she had added her own touch of creativity. The overall result had been more than satisfactory. If the crowd liked them - and no reason for them not to! - Paul planned to include them in his next high-society function.

Bunny laid down a platter of chicken wings and turned to Paul. “Well, that’s done. Table look ok, boss?”

Paul nodded and Bunny heaved a sigh of relief. He knew how exacting Paul could be at times and he always braced himself for the worst. But this was considered a relatively easy function; nothing too fancy and not too big a crowd. It should be a breeze.

“Good job, Bunny,” Paul said, laying a hand on Bunny’s shoulder. “Now make sure the ice box is secured, and the glasses are checked one last time please.”

Bunny felt his skin tingle where Paul had touched him; he positively glowed. He had hero-worshipped Paul from the first day they met, and every word of praise from the man was precious. “Sure thing Paul.” Bunny trotted off to the drinks station and Paul went to help Suzy with the last of the flower arrangements.