Sounds Like Radio Episode 02
As Cesca walked back into the office, wondering where in heaven’s name Miriam had got to, the drilling seemed to get louder.
She also heard the sonorous voice of Caleb start up again, leaking out via the edges of the sealed control room door because Kevin monitored at a very high level (he’d probably be deaf by sixty).
Or maybe the padding round the doors was wearing out.
Cesca tried to focus on the accounts spreadsheet on her screen, but no amount of staring would make the income larger than the expenditure.
She gave up, left the office again and climbed the narrow stairs to the kitchen and outside.
She figured wandering around the neighbourhood might give some clues about the drilling noises.
The house to the right of Sounds Like Radio was much smarter than their building.
Quite a lot of the other houses were, in fact, with newer sash windows, decent paint jobs and front gardens with actual plants.
Sometimes the marked difference embarrassed Cesca – it was like arriving at a party in jeans and finding everybody else had come in a cocktail gown.
The house next door had a low brick wall, and on it sat a man in cargo shorts, eating a sandwich.
He was so strikingly attractive that Cesca’s breath was taken away.
He had a gorgeous sweep of light brown hair that shone in the sun, and the face of Michelangelo’s David but more craggy.
But she didn’t have time to look at him for long because a woman with long grey hair, wearing a kaftan, had just come to a halt right outside the studio.
“Hi,” the woman said in a sweet, low voice with a faint Brum accent. She was pretty and elegant.
“I’m Gerry.”