29- The Roommate

                                        

                                              
The upcoming days at the office went smoothly. Way too smoothly in fact. I was currently getting trained under Irfan. Now I didn't want to sound like a born genius, but I already knew half of the designing engineering concepts he was discussing. 
“Fuck this shit! When will we start on the main project? I'm booored.” I whined, closing the Auto CAD software on the office computer and leaning my head on the table. 
“Why did you close that? I was coming to the exciting part,” Irfan intervened, switching on the software again. Besides us, Paul laughed and mirrored my actions. Irfan lowered his voice. “Dek mai toh sirf apna kaam kar raha hoon. Aur terko gaali dene ki kya zaroorat hai sabke saamne.” (Look, I'm just doing my work. And do you really need to cuss in public). 
“Heh, and who was the twat who said- Just be yourself? Consider this as your second family. I'm being myself.” I continued to answer in English. 
“You are impossible!” He groaned in annoyance. 
“Thanks for the compliment.” I smiled cheekily. I turned to Paul who seemed to be silently enjoying our banter. A cute, young lad. “Don't mind us.” 
“Not at all, ma'am. At least there's some entertainment," He replied then lowered his voice. “I think we should have arrived fifteen days later.” 
“I think so, too,” I said and we conversed for a while until Irfan commanded us to get back to work again. 
At evening. 
“Let's go to a pub next week...” Irfan announced and our faces lit up. “provided if you two do your work diligently.” And our faces lit down. 
“Quite a tactical senior, don't you think?” Paul whispered beside me and I nodded in response. Irfan asked if Paul was of age to which he replied with a face. “I'm twenty-two, sir.” 
Irfan and I chuckled at that. I added. “You better keep your word, sir Irfan. We'll keep ours.” 
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“Girls, you won't believe who I saw this week,” Chanel announced slowly at the table while the rest of us listened to her with interest. She had an orator-like quality that pulled people to listen. We absorbed her encounter 온라인카지노게임 with a celebrity. 
It was hilarious how I managed to meet them three times in ten days. Not sure if I was vibing with them, but hey, atleast it was better than staying alone in the guesthouse. 
Today was a Slumber party day. The four of us chicks were having a sleepover at Kylie's place. Her place wasn't just a place. It was a mansion inside an apartment. Apparently Kylie's parents were both business people in the education industry. Her mother was an English professor while her father and uncles were Directors, running two private Universities in California and Colorado. Kylie, on the other hand was a content writer, who worked for a column magazine. 
“You know so much about the education world and business. Why are you working for a women's magazine?” I asked out of curiosity as Kylie went on about how the current generation of the Walker family inherited their grandfather's college and evolved it into a University. 
“I've been in Uni all my life. I've seen my parents work hard for it. I've studied in one. In fact, I've been in this line for seven years, working in three different Universities. I loved it, of course, but...” She paused, making a face. “It got too repetitive at one point. I wanted to be in a different world for once. A place that doesn't consist of professors, students and administrators. I might return to the education industry after a few years though. For now, I'm happy where I am.”