It didn't matter what Rahim thought; now I had washed my hands off his family and for the first time, I felt relieved. Getting up, picked up my designer back and walked out of the room.
Someone called my name and I had to stop midstride. Looking back, Rahim was on his toes.
"You are off quite fast."
"I have nothing else to do here."
"We could have coffee."
"I'm not up for it."
"What would you have?"
"You have what you want; what's up." He was bugging.
"Nothing, you have come over and it is suitable, I offer you a drink or something."
"Rahim, it is totally okay now, right?"
"Yeah, I owe you big time."
"No worries, you don't, we good."
