Page 142 of 12 Years
I made my way up to the master bedroom, where Tania and I had just made love or, to be accurate, had sex. I made the bed, which had become messy after our session, changed into my nightclothes and sat down with a book—The Courage to be Disliked. I’d barely read two pages when my phone rang.
‘What a party, bro,’ Mudit said. ‘Well done.’
‘What well done?’ I said. ‘You’re the one who organized it.’
‘Yeah, that’s true. I was praising myself,’ Mudit said, laughing. ‘Your best friend is pretty cool, isn’t he?’
‘He’s the best.’
‘What are you doing?’
‘Reading, in my bedroom.’
‘On your birthday?’
‘We already had a party. I drank too much anyway.’
‘Where is Tania?’
‘Must be reaching home.’
‘You sent her back? Really?’
‘Yeah. I need to sleep.’
‘You guys still did it, right? Don’t tell me you didn’t get laid on your birthday.’
‘Mudit?’
‘What?’
‘Do you and I have any semblance of privacy between us?’
‘No. So, does that mean yes? You did it, didn’t you?’
‘Bye, Mudit.’
‘Oh, wait, no. I called for a reason.’
‘What?’
‘There are murmurs. Strong murmurs.’
‘About what?’
‘A buyout offer. Someone out there wants to buy SecurityNet.’
‘Like a stake?’
‘No. The whole thing. An acquisition.’
‘What?’
‘Yeah. Someone from Goldman Sachs called me.’
‘The investment bank?’
‘Yeah, bro. A senior guy from their Mergers and Acquisitions division.’
