"Oh he is a wonderful husband. Very caring," Pramila said with a straight face."Is he? Strange. I thought otherwise," said Rasheed.What made you think...he is not," Pramila saidNasir was really getting desperate with all this social talk. He wanted to get to the point – at once. "I think Neelum must have told you about us," he said cutting Rasheed who was about to respond to Pramila's question."About what," Pramila played innocent.Nasir just laughed. "About three of us. And that offer, which was. .."Ms. Harris looked at me strangely, or I should say, more strangely thanshe'd been looking at me all along. It was my voice, I guess. Americanscan be so prejudiced. It's true that I speak with an accent but Iunderstand English perfectly."Your work here, Robert, has not improved one bit since the last time wetalked."Last time?had we spoken already? I didn't remember. I didn't doubt thatmy work had suffered since I'd been under Ahalya's direction. After all,I was up virtually all night cleaning. He looked in on me almost every day as I healed. Shaking his head in disbelief every time he left. We talked a little, mostly about nothing. But mostly we sat and stared into the gas fire, just being together in our own worlds.I talked to the director about the guy who’d replaced me – he’d never gotten comfortable working with the kinds of assets RED ran, so it was pretty easy to convince him to move on to a more conventional assignment. A more flexible agent replaced him.An unsigned, unstamped. Chuck: “Hey Todd”“Yeah fuck you too Chuck.”Chuck: “Excuse me?”“Alright that’s enough dilly-dallying, time to get back to work.”Chuck: “See you at the picnic!”“See you in hell, douchebag.”Why do I hate Chuck? I don’t know, some people are too nice, like they have something either against you or they secretly have a hit set on you.Well, time to sit down and get back to-Wait, who’s that fine piece of ass over there? Jane’s making some photocopies I see. Oh, sorry, Jane is just what my life.