The drilling stopped, I heard people walking through the hallway, so I went into the kitchen - Mohsin was there. And so were the building's caretakers. I'd never seen them before, but they were recogniseable by their paint-covered dungarees, equipped with a belt filled with tools. Mohsin said that they were doing the drilling, which is a story I'm willing to believe. It still doesn't explain why his lights were hanging off the ceiling.
Hang on, the drilling has started again. I can't see me getting much work done this afternoon.
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