The Roommate Risk by Talia Hibbert

Author:Talia Hibbert [Hibbert, Talia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nixon House

13

Now

Jas leant back in her seat and muttered, “You vile motherfucker.”

“What was that, darling?”

She turned from the damning words on her computer screen to find Asmita looking over from the next desk, brows raised. Since the shared office was fully occupied, Jasmine should probably try to sound professional right now. But she’d never been great at ‘professional’. The truth was more her thing.

So she didn’t hide her fury as she stabbed a finger at the computer screen. “Look at this shit. It’s from CPP Housing.”

Asmita sighed. “I hope you’re not getting worked up over a group of known arseholes behaving like…” She widened her eyes in mock surprise. “Arseholes!”

Jasmine snorted. There was little humour in the sound. Lowering her voice to a self-conscious hiss, she turned the monitor towards Asmita’s desk. “Look.”

Rolling her eyes, Asmita stood and came over. Her long, glossy hair hung between them like a curtain as she studied the email. Jasmine tried to keep her outrage under control—she wasn’t particularly friendly with the other three women in the office, and she didn’t want to disturb them, either—but it was frankly impossible. Within seconds, she was quoting the damn email as if Asmita wasn’t reading it herself.

“Dear Ms. Allen,” Jasmine recited, her tone low and biting. “We regret to inform you that, under our records, there is no evidence of the claimed agreement between one Mrs. Pentergast—they couldn’t even spell her fucking name right!—and our representative. In light of this fact, we see no grounds whatsoever—no grounds whatsoever, the cheeky sods—to continue this line of investigation, and have thus closed the case.” She huffed. “Closed the case. Who the fuck do they think they are? Like it’s some TV court scene.”

Asmita straightened, her expression grim. “They’re trying to bluster their way out of trouble.”

“They’re amoral pieces of shit. They’re throwing Mrs. Prendergast and her kids onto the street.”

“We got the Prendergasts emergency housing,” Asmita reminded her.

“Yes, but they don’t know that!” Jasmine snapped. “Good Lord! Who the fuck raises these people? How do they get like this? We should—we should sue the shit out of their arses, just to teach them a lesson.”

“No,” Asmita said calmly. “We should exert just enough pressure to force them to compensate Mrs. Prendergast for the breach of contract, because court costs are not in the budget.”

Jasmine took a deep breath. “Yes. Obviously. You’re quite right.”

“Of course I’m right. Are you okay?”

Now, there was a question. “I’m fine. Just… got a bit of a headache.”

Also, I slept with my best friend last night, several times, and again this morning, and I’m not quite sure what that means, but I liked it, and everything about my life feels suddenly strange and…

She’d stick to the headache story.

“Oh, dear,” Asmita murmured. “Would you like some codeine, darling?”

“No,” Jasmine sighed. “I’ve decided to stop using other people’s prescription drugs.”

“How… unusually sensible of you.”

Jasmine grunted in reply.

“Anyway,” Asmita said airily. “Speaking of Rahul—”

“Which we absolutely were not.”

“Fine.” Asmita flicked her hair irritably, like a horse, before clarifying.

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