We are in progress

Chapter 8

I groan, sprawling on my work desk. "I hate this DD, just let me go home."

The rest of the week flies amidst work and phone calls, and before we know it another Thursday rolls in.

"Zuairia, I need you to read this article right now and sign under it. This is going up on our blog," Dibakar tells me, poking my shoulder repeatedly.

I glare at him, slapping his pestering finger away. "But I don't understand why I need to reread this, you wrote this!"

He pulls his curly long hair in a bun and arches his eyebrow—the one that he's cut from the side. "And like always, you being the boss, need to approve of everything before we hit post, remember?"

"I know that, but I don't want to," I pout at him.

"Okay, Phoebe Buffay," he grins with an eye roll. "Just sign this, this is not a major issue anyway." I take the pen he's offered me happily at this and sign the paper.

"Here," I tell him, shoving the paper towards him.

"Are you PMSing again?"

"So what, if I am?" I ask him rhetorically, standing up and picking up my bag.

"Just go," he reprimands me rolling his eyes.

"You sure you don't want to join us for dinner?" I ask him, walking backwards towards the door.

"Thanks. Again." He laughs. "But I've really got to do this tonight." He adds firmly, yet in a shaky tone.

"Good luck, D. It's really time to let go, huh?"

Dibakar nods with a smile. "Don't worry about me, you. Go now, that cousin of yours must be going nuts."

I chuckle and blow him a kiss, which he pretends to catches to put it in his pocket.

I, happy with his sweet gesture turn around and run towards and into the elevator after texting Zuhair that I'll be down in about a minute. He's picking me up today, and we're going to have one last family dinner before Irisha's flight tonight.

I walk out of the building to find a sleek black Mercedes waiting for me. I knock on the glass-windows for Zuhair to unlock his car.

"About time," Zuhair glares at me as I take my seat.

"Shut up, I had work," I stick my tongue at him, as I adjust my seatbelt. "Also, it is DD's big day, remember?"

"Pretty sure DD doesn't need your pep talk, but wow. Big step for him," Zuhair responds turning on the ignition.

I roll my eyes. "Ha-ha, stop you're making my sides hurt."

"Ha-ha, I know."

"Ha-ha, you're a los—"

"Shut up, or you know we can continue this forever."

I huff but shrug it off. He's right because it did happen once and it sure felt like an eternity.

"So, are you ready for tonight?" He asks me, driving towards our house.

"Not sure, but I've been preparing mentally for the past week."

He nods, stopping at a signal. "Oh man, you all are going to cry," he says, as the signal turns green and he accelerates the car once more.

"So will you later, bro," I chuckle.

He looks at me briefly to stick his tongue at me, before taking a turn. "She doesn't really want to go, though. I saw her looking up our school on her laptop. I think she wants to go there."