Halal Gurls

I found three inconsistencies in the draft letter of advice.

Get Rakesh to revise it.

He's useless. I'll just do it.

Perfect. Why is HR sending me urgent emails?

David's role hasn't been filled since he moved on a month ago.

To Adelaide, was it?

No, he died.

Did I know that?

Yeah.

God rest his soul.

I was thinking...

Fast track Michael McAllister for an interview.

He's a promising up and comer. And shut the door on the way out?

Was there something else?

It's just, I've been here three years

and built the filing systems from scratch

and I've been picking up extra caseloads.

And I love your work.

I just feel like I'm practically doing David's job already.

So... You want the position?

It's a senior paralegal, Mona.

I know, Gordon.

And I think that I'm more than ready.

You know, you are a really good worker.

You know? A really good worker. And I wouldn't be surprised

if one day you were sitting here in my place.

Right now, Michael McAllister is a better fit.

Oh.

No naseeb.

Nasib? Is that like humus?

That was a very good humus you bought in the other morning.

No, it's like saying it's not meant to be.

Kind of like destiny.

You can't get that from Coles.

Shut the door on the way out, hey?

Sure thing.

HR said this promotion was a sure thing.

All those 70-hour weeks for nothing.

Cuz, I'm telling you, there's a conspiracy in your office.

Someone is fucking their way to the top.

I wish it was me.

But then my mum would kill me. And so would Tarek, I guess.

Shame on you, Foufou.

Shame on you and your cheap knockoff Gucci belt, Houda.

Who are you talking to?

Oh, just Houda, that gossiping hoodrat.

No wonder she's my ex best friend.

What a fake one.

Houda! Great.

That bitch will tell everyone in Bankstown.

Babe, you're on speaker.

I heard that, Mouna.

Bye.

It's so easy.

Great promotion, get grad school, get lawyered.

This puts me back five years.

You forgot get married.

That doesn't get me a corner office.

My advice?

Do a Foufou and just tie the knot already.

You can just bludge and never have to see your husband.

Stop exaggerating.

I'm serious. I haven't seen Hassan in like, two weeks.

It's been heaven.

Don't tell my mum.

She's been putting pressure on me to set my wedding date.

Girl, it's alright.

I'll take this to your grave.

I won't tell anyone.

Fatty, don't tell your mum.