The Delhi Chapter : Page 9

He: Ah, but didn’t I tell you when to join?

Me: Eh.. What?

He: I’m so sorry it must’ve slipped my mind then..

I thought I’d mentioned it sometime..

Me: Mentioned what? Excuse me.. I so sorry..

But I can’t exactly get a word of what you’re saying..

He: Ahh.. One second..

You mean I never told you that I’m Group Head at the Ogilvy and Mather, Gurgaon?

Me: ... ... ... ...

[I stop breathing for a couple of seconds, too choked up to answer.

And then, he carries on again, undaunted...]

He: Okay so.. We’re in GBP on the 8th floor, the same building as the Perfetti office..

So should work out fairly neat for you considering you have your uncle here..

The questions were to just to understand if it’d be a possibility for you to come.. To help you figure out where you could stay during your internship and all that.. You know.. Considering Gurgaon isn’t exactly the safest place for girls..

You do know the record.. Right?

Anyway, so ya..

I looked at your stuff..

Seemed OK..

So just let me know when you want to come by..

Alright?

Oh, and plug in your word doc CV to me by Monday with specifics and the date when you want to join.

So that I can have your internship passed by HR. Ya?

And by the way, kid, CVs are only meant for HRs to see and have orgasms.

Creatives don’t give a flying fuck about resumes.

So quit fretting about that.

Creatives only look at your portfolio.

Which I will help you make only after you come to Gurgaon.

So ya.. That’s that..

I’ve got to keep now..

You’re coming in between me and my delicious Green Apple Vodka..

So you just come okay..

Just come..

With your laptop, one those photon thingies if you have them.

And a delicious taste for the ridiculous…