THE CITIZEN

I sit on my desk situated opposite Robert Sebastian Cheong and glower at his hair. It’s an undercut, styled impeccably and backcombed. I know what he’s up to, I know he has a secret, and slowly, day by day, I’ll learn what it is and expose him in front of all his friends. 

“Have you never questioned how a SPH scholar has a job working for The New Paper? Shouldn’t this kind of person be working for The Straits Times or The Business Times?” I ask one of the girls. 

Smiling, she says, “Oh, he told me why. It’s because he wants to be closer to the true Singaporean, to really understand what is happening on the ground.”

“Where did he hear that from?”, I blurt out, “that’s the reason I’m here.”

Has this sneaky asshole been stealing my raison d'etre?

The girl laughs in my face, “You really are jealous of him aren’t you?”