“Alright. I’m out. What are the details?” The text finally came.
“Really. she is not a small girl – obviously her parents feed her well. And her face is cute enough, I suppose. But either Kayam chose her because it mean he’d never have to talk again, or because she never gave him the opportunity to say no. Absolute chatterbox. I mean. Our entire family can sit in a room and hear the breeze outside. I don’t think you could hear an air conditioner given the constant talk.”
“She isn’t just excited?”
“You didn’t hear how many times she was sent to the principal for it in the lower grades.”
“Aishwarya though.”
“There were so many Aishwaryas in school, I am happy to renounce that name forever. I mean, ‘Virika’ has not hut my prospects of love any more than ‘Usha” has hurt yours.”
“Hey. I have serious work to do. Some of these old foks could blow India into space if they got mad enough. You should see my boss – she’s 40 and never married. just lives with her sisters. come to think of it, wouldn’t it be weird to have you older sister be your boos at work forever?”
“Your boss is the one that’s actually three people though, right?”
“It’s a time loop. I’m not typing this out again.”
“You were so excited when you learned your boss made three times the money you thought she did.”
“I though YOU would be more excited. Someone else weird to write your fictions about”
“It’s weird. I’d have to figure out some time thing that people could actually understand. Now, if you told me more about these clients dot dot dot”
“That’s confidential. You are not cleared to know about this stuff. I can not tell you form which state India would be blown into space.”
“But you can tell me about coworkers.”
“I suppose. I don’t know why you haven’t some something with the ~=%goddess sardari%=~ but I suppose.”
“Hey, we’ve only been in the same room once. I think. And I’m pretty sure she was trying to scare kid-me then. She’s overpowered. Anything else.”
“Not overpowered – ok, there is one contractor I know we have. Former police. Can run like the wind but then could fall over and die because of it.”
“You mean a speedster”
“Maybe, if they didn’t have to count calories by the lakh.”
“They?”
“I don’t think they are a man, but I’ve never worked with them directly. And seriously, how many policewomen have you seen around? Even the word feels weird to type.”
“I mean. Can you at least confirm all these so-called godlike beings aren’t women?”
“They are not all women. There are some bratty tantrum men. And THEY are not all hindu priests. But I do deal with a lot of hindu priests.”
“The little gods can’t speak for themselves?”
“Oh, most are very busy sitting on their asses all day, so it’s only natural they’d need three times more middlemen than a normal person should. It’s not like this is a new thing. Imagine believing you were born to be a rich salesman.”
“Is this the sort of thing that could get you in trouble at work?”
“Maybe? I mean, there aren’t really conservative hindus there, but there are hindus. I’m sure people with a caste on their ID have a more supportive perspective, but. I mean, I complain, but I’m not calling anyone to strike me down with lightning or anything.”
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