Steepholm's Dream Diary: 16

[steepholm]

I am employed at a car dealership. The boss, although his name is Simon, is quite clearly Brian Aldridge from The Archers, and I wonder why he's concealing his identity. Brian - I mean, Simon - is persuading, cajoling and slightly bullying a young man to come into business with him, but I suspect that he hasn't got the young man's interests at heart. When Simon leaves for a few minutes, his secretary (who has had an unaccustomed glass of white wine for lunch, it being her birthday, and is very slightly tipsy) says something indiscreet that gives the young man pause about the partnership deal he's almost signed. He looks to me, as if for reassurance. I say: "I think you're making a ... decision." And hope that the lacuna will speak sufficiently clearly, without my actually having done something sackworthy.