William ignored them all studiously. All that could be heard from his side of the room was the gentle clicking of his glass as he placed it onto its fine china plate so he concentrate more fully upon his book. His grey eyes flitted over the pages recounting a man's rise from poverty to riches in order to avenge himself upon those who had falsely accused him. Quite interesting, though such things only happened in novels ... And the corporate business world.

Of course, this was only appearance. His mind was on the people who had invaded his space. Country bumpkins, the whole lot of them. Those accents grated on his nerves, made him want to order them from his room in the rudest way possible so they would never return. And his roommate, Angel. What kind of silly name was that? It had no dignity. Oh no, instead the name called up the image of a fluffy winged cherub with a stupid grin on its face. In fact, the expression he imagined was a lot like the one his roommate wore as he looked in awe at the room.

What a long two years it would be...