“I would say that if there has to be just one Governor, it has to be him”, he said to the selectors, realizing the consequences of saying this. It was the position he wanted the most and had sacrificed a couple of other positions to be in this race. But he also wanted the best for the society and knew it was safest in the referred man’s hands.
Their friendship wasn’t instantaneous. Coming from opposite parts of a country that changes it’s language every 22km, probably nothing was common in them, except enemies. They hated the same people for the same reasons. Notably, one of them was in this room asking for suggestions for new Governors.
Each other’s genuineness was what had appealed to them when they first discussed their unhappiness about the state of events. But his ability to sense hypocrisy and identify wrong but politically correct people made him the most deserved one for the post. The man batting for him in that room knew that though he can work his ass off with complete honesty, there was diplomacy and a little cunningness that was needed to run the society and to beat it’s rivals. But he had no idea that his friend will be doing the same for him a few days later when he would be called. His reason would be that an honest sincerity is needed to compliment his soft skills and as he described himself – ‘too badass to give a fuck’, he needed someone to keep him going while what his whole body wanted was just a bottle of scotch and his speakers playing Les Misrables songs.
The person sitting behind the table spoke again, “if both of you are given the responsibility, will it be okay?”
*fast forward 2 weeks*
Batchmates, seniors, juniors congratulating them, some with happiness, some with jealousy. An unbreakable bond started to form from that day.