Great update mate. See you can write like this. And I do have to take credit for some of this, the high-pitched voice and mole was my idea, but you used it perfectly!
...My sworn enemy. Well enemy may be harsh. That rat b******! Yeah that suits him much better. What was he doing here? What was I doing here for that matter? I walked into the room but Gary stayed in the lift. A man in a suit thanked him and the lift went back down to the reception. I looked over to where Arslaan was. There was a similar dressed man to that of Gary right behind him. He had a huge mole on his head. I squinted as I looked at the gigantic brown lump on his forehead. He saw me and I quickly looked toward to ceiling.
The man who had thanked Gary spoke. "Thank you for coming Jack and Arslaan. I bet you're wondering why you are here and why it's been all so sudden? The fact is that one of you will become the new South African cricket coach." My jaw dropped. I had played for South Africa during my career and now I could have the chance to coach the national team. He spoke again. "Now only one of you will get the job. We will interview you both individually and then come up with our final decision." I thought to myself "Why can't they just pull our names out of a hat?".
So it was me vs Arslaan. Again. Just like in our playing days. This time it couldn't be settled by a punch up. Although I had always fancied myself battering him in a fight. I was told to sit and the man pointed to the chair next to Arslaan. "I would rather eat a pile of rotten Gorilla s*** and then throw up and eat it again, than sit next to him!" Damn, did I say that out loud?
It was him. Jack Teague. That bugger! What the f*** was he doing here? I then asked the same question to myself. Marlon stayed at the top of the stairs as a man in a suit shook his hand and thanked him on a job well done. Marlon then rushed to my side. I glanced over at Jack. He was squinting directly at Marlon. I wish I could just batter him now. 1 Punch in the face. As the old saying goes "I flow like a butterfly and sting like a bee" Oh drat! Wrong saying. Its not a surprise I got a D in my English exam.
There was a sound of shuffling and then silence. The man who had thanked Marlon said. "Thank you for coming Jack and Arslaan. I bet you're wondering why you are here and why it's been all so sudden? The fact is that one of you will become the new South African cricket coach." What! All I had done was played for the South Africans for a decade and now I was in line for a shot at the being the coach of the National Squad. I felt like getting up and doing my Bhangra dance but then Jack would end up making a clown out of me.
He then said. "Now only one of you will get the job. We will interview you both individually and then come up with our final decision."
I once again glanced at Jack. He had a huge grin on his cheesy face. It was me vs Jack.....Round 2. I could have battered him all over the place but that could land me in serious trouble. I was then instructed to sit next to Jack. Ha you've got to be kidding me. He always had a tacky perfume on in the previous years and yet he was him tacky self today.
The interview was a long process consisting of a lot of talking and listening. There was not even time for a quick dump, so I was told. Things weren't all bad though. There was a very fine young receptionist, and after working my magic I managed to get her phone number. I had recently come out of a two year marriage. My ex-wife was a hoare. No literally, she was a hoare. Every time I pass a bank it reminders me of her. All those days she said she was nipping out to the bank and then went off banging some fat loser in an alleyway.
Anyway, back to the interview. I was called into the room and asked about 1000 questions about what I thought of South African cricket to my favourite food. In fact the food question was the one I was most animated about. My voice slowly got louder and louder when talking about my perfect meal, until I suddenly found myself shouting at the boss.
After it was all over me and Arslaan were made to wait in the reception area. Both of us hated each others guts, so it would be a major accomplishment to beat our enemy to the job. The beautiful receptionist told us we could go through, just like in 'The Apprentice' with Alan Salt. Oh wait, it's Sugar I beg your pardon.
As I stepped toward the door me and Arslaan both stared at each other. I could see the evil in his eye. That Adolf Hitler look. Basically Arslaan was Adolf Hitler, but without the hair, the moustache, the accent, the hatred of Jews, the power, the name and the fame. Apart from that he is exactly like him.
I opened the door and just let it swing back and hit Arslaan in the face. It made me chuckle as I went into the boss' office. Well he wasn't really 'the boss', but it sounds pretty cool so we'll name him 'the boss'. We both sat down and waited for 'the boss' to speak...
I wonder who 'the boss' prefers and will offer the job to. Unless he others it to both of you or one of you gets offered it and the other gets another job. Very good read Jack.
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