Chapter 36
36
Saturday 9 July
Suresh just dropped a new
TLTS
strip.
The situation is getting even darker. Whole montage of new murders, more inventive, darker, and more daring than ever, when suddenly Water and Rhean discover that, for a short window after they’ve killed and when they have taken the form of the people they’ve ended, they can physically touch each other, strangers in flesh but familiar in every other way.
At long last, standing on top of a gristly mess, Water and Rhean embrace in a super hot scene of unfamiliar limbs.
Also he is at 312K followers. Not that I checked.
Sunday 10 July
11:20 a.m.
Brunch in bed that Eric made for me (toast with butter and jam, kale and banana smoothies—Eric gives his staff Sundays off). Had sex in his room and the bowling alley. The acoustics in the bowling alley are amazing.
2:15 p.m.
Had sex in the home theater. The acoustics in the home theater room are amazing.
DeeDee’s in Paris and staying for the Fashion Week shows. She won’t be back till October.
Eric says we can do it in her room if we want to. I demurred. We’ve all got to draw the line somewhere.
4:20 p.m.
Did it in DeeDee’s bedroom (in the walk-in closet
and
the bed). Her room has mirrors everywhere and mood lighting. The acoustics are amazing.
Hey, she doesn’t pay rent.
Wednesday 20 July
7:30 p.m.
Eric left for Rome today. Worked listlessly via remote connection on some files, but there was nothing urgent, for once. Summer holidays and most of my clients being European meant, for the first time in a long time, I had some free time on my hands to relax, to pursue my creative impulses.
So I launched Candy Crush.
10:20 p.m.
Out of boredom decided to read
The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up
. When I finished I went into my closet and realized that even though my worldly possessions, most bought with year-end bonuses, did not necessarily “spark joy” in the normal, Kondo sense, they certainly sparked an almost perverse pleasure as I sniffed them while reminiscing about the clients I had helped dominate their respective fields.
Thursday 21 July
10:15 a.m.
Urgh. Work. Is. So. Boring. Why do humans have to work? Work is so stupid. The best things in life, like sex, are free
after all. Well, mostly. But must continue billing. The qualifying round of interviews start in August, and I’m so close I can almost see the engraved name plate:
ANDREA TANG, PARTNER
Chills, I tell ya, chills, especially in the sweet font I’d chosen for this purpose.
It feels a little weird to be all alone in the office, which suddenly seems unnaturally quiet without Suresh’s extravagant muscles to absorb all that noisy typing, what with him still away on secondment in Jakarta working for a major client of his. I don’t know how Anousha is taking it. Why is he accepting to go away on such long secondments when his long-awaited fiancée is finally in Singapore? Makes no sense. Speaking of Anousha, Kai told me that she’s working in one of the leading private hospitals in Novena as a senior consultant, which is like the equivalent of my rank, I think. Good for her. I don’t care.