Without wasting another torturous second, the three of us raced out of the room while dragging me. We continued walking towards God knows where until we spotted an unused staircase as if it was our secret escape. The world crashed as we fell down on the floor, laughing our wits out. Hard. Vansh's plan was  successful but that wasn't why we were ROLF. It had to do with the term fart and the person associated with it. 
“H- how Irfan?” Vansh managed to spat while still gripping his stomach.
“Come on, with the truckload of food I consume, it should be obvious. I had to save my arse so I air- pooped my arse. I'm ever- fart- ready,” Irfan stated proudly like it was an award worthy talent.
“Oh God, I can't breathe!” I panted between my laughs. “That was a cool plan, Baweja. Thanks for getting us out of that bore-zone. And you, my Irfan, you deserve an Oscar.” 
“I'm honored. Your acting was fantabulous, too.” 
“I know right! Maybe it isn't too late to switch careers,” I said, thinking about my path as an actress. I clicked my tongue. “Naah, too much spotlight. Back to being an engineer, jerks.” 
Then there was another time during Irfan's presentation in an unofficial meeting. Instead of a statistical slide, a music video popped up playing Gangnam style instead. A video deliberately put by Vansh. The colleagues around us burst into laughter while some even started doing its classic hook step. I followed along with Angie, giggling. Unfortunately, Irfan stopped the video when he came back from the washroom and scolded Vansh, spoiling our moods. Dork. 
* * *
There was a knock on the door. By the door, I meant the entrance of residential building. Kylie's apartment had a smart lock that came with a security camera. I took a glance at the guest from the small monitor. It was a pretty blonde woman in her kaftan multicolor dress.
“Yes, who are you?” I spoke through the mic. 
The woman frowned at the unfamiliar voice until she spoke in a formal yet impatient tone. “Alex Campbell. I'm here to meet Kyle Walker. Just call her if she's home.” 
“I'm afraid she's not here. Um, let me call her first,” I informed, making Alex groan in return. “Calm your tits, woman!” I added in a low voice. 
Fifteen minutes later, Kylie returned home, her face looking dreary. Something was up, I could feel it. The way Alex shot daggers at Kylie only confirmed my suspicions. I only let this bitch inside as per Kylie's request but perhaps I shouldn't have. 
“So you came, miss high and mighty. I was beginning to think you bailed like that time,” Alex said, putting one leg above the other sitting comfortably on the couch. Her sharp gaze moved towards me briefly. She let out a dry laugh. “And she is what, your new bodyguard now? As if the smart lock wasn't enough, loser.” 
“Please don't speak—” 
“Who told you to come and behave like an total ass- crack bitch? Either speak like a civilized person or get the fuck out.” I interrupted, zeroing my eyes at Alex. My blood was boiling now. 
Alex got up in rage. “You damn shrew! Do you have any idea—”
“Stop it, both of you. Just stop!” Kylie said, raising her hands between us. “Alex, please just calm down. Say what you came for and leave. Natasha, you can go to your room. This is between her and me anyway.” 
“But she—” 
“Please. Leave.” Kylie said with finality. It was unlike the soft-spoken Kylie to speak like this. I did as told but not before doing that eye gesture with my fingers, letting the bitch know I'd be watching her. I stood beside the wall of the corridor, leading to my room.