New FF 'Grumpy Golu'; Chap 2(b) updt Pg 16 (30 Apr 2016) - Page 5

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Chapter 1 (a) - GRUMPY GOLU'

"Shit," I mumbled to myself. I knew the moment I woke up this morning that my day was going to suck. Sitting in my car, I tried to peer around the huge SUV in front of me. What the hell is the problem? I had been stuck in the same spot on this forsaken freeway for ten minutes now.

And that was ten minutes more than I had.

I looked at the clock again. Shit.

I sighed and glanced out the window, my eyes meeting those of the driver next to me. The forty something man flashed me a creepy smile and mouthed the word nice', Ew. Why did men have to be such pigs? I leaned my head back on the seat and let out a long sigh, thinking back on the debacle that had begun my day.

I had woken to the blaring sound of My Chemical Romance playing through the speakers of my alarm clock. I moaned, burying my head in my pillow, and reached over to fumble with the controls.

But the sound didn't quiet, it got louder.

What the hell? I leaned farther to pull the cord out of the wall, and fell out of bed.

Unfortunately, the clock and everything else on my nightstand table came tumbling with me.

Oh no! My Blackberry! My now empty glass of water lay next to my sopping wet phone. Panic started to set in as I held the dripping phone in my hand. I was dead.

My whole life and Mr. Kapoor's entire schedule was in this thing. I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down.

Maybe it would dry out and be fine, I told myself . Yea right. Because water and expensive electronic devices go so well together.

I silently prayed that I had remembered to back it up before leaving last night. But after remembering the day that I had yesterday, I was almost positive I'd forgotten. My boss, Ram Kapoor, had been in a particularly nasty mood, and had spent the majority of his day barking out orders and slamming his door.

The man was a first class jerk. He had taken over for my previous boss nine months earlier, and was just as big a pig now as he was the day he started. Usually it didn't bother me, I hadn't gotten where I was by having thin skin.

But that day I had been wearing my brand new Michael Kors dress, a huge shopping splurge and was feeling particularly good about myself. His tantrum had me ready to hire a hit man by the time six o'clock came around.

I sighed when I realized that I would have to spend my lunch hour getting a new phone. Great. I somehow managed to pull myself out of my internal rambling and get myself ready for the day. Of course the coffee maker died, and my keys had fallen into the couch cushion, but somehow, I managed to make it to my car only running a few minutes behind. That was of course until the accident.

It took almost an hour for me to finally make it past the wreck that was blocking three lanes of traffic, condensing the entire freeway down to one. And by the time I made it to the office, I was officially an hour late. Normally I would have called, but my phone was still at home, lying in a pile of water and tear soaked paper towels at the bottom of my bathroom garbage.

I knew I was going to get shit for this, even though I prided myself on always being at least fifteen minutes early for work, and had never been late once. Until today. Just because he was that much of an jerkface.

Mr. Ram Kapoor. I rolled my eyes as the name passed through my thoughts; I couldn't stand the man.

He was the most self-righteous, pompous jerk I had ever met in my life. I'd listen to all of the other women in the office whisper and giggle about him because even I had to admit, he was drop-dead gorgeous. But if you had any common sense, you realized early in life that beauty is only skin deep, and ugly goes straight to the bone. I'd had my fair share of unpleasant men in the past few years; dated a few in high school and college. But this one took the cake.

Grumpy Golu'.

"Well, well, Ms. Sharma, and what time is it in your little world today?" he asked in a condescending tone

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Chapter 1 (b) - Grumpy Golu'... continued

Bloody hell! I thought to myself for the hundredth time in the last hour. I raced down the darkened hall of the now empty building; the presentation materials clutched haphazardly in my arms, and glanced down at my watch. 7:20. Holy shit, would nothing go right for me today? Mr. Kapoor was going to have my neck. I was twenty minutes late. He hated late. Late was not a word found in the Ram Kapoor jerkhead Dictionary. Along with heart, kindness, compassion or thank you.

I found myself once again plotting the murder of the idiot that worked at Kinko's. A simple job, that's all I asked.

Make some copies, and bind some documents. Should have been a piece of cake. In and out. But, no. Two hours. It took two hours.

And now, there I was, running through the empty halls of my building in my 3,500 Catwalk pumps, racing towards the executioner. Breathe Priya. He can smell fear.

As I neared the conference room, I tried pointlessly to calm my breathing. Maybe he would be running late, and was still in his office working. Yea, right. I passed his office and my fears were confirmed.

The door was open, the desk lamp the only illumination in the room, and there sat his large leather chair. Empty. Shit.

I slowed to a walk as I approached the conference room, dim light escaping from beneath the closed door. He was definitely in there, waiting for me.

Carefully, I attempted to smooth my hair and clothing while holding onto the bundle of documents in my arms. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door.

"Come in." My breath caught and a small gasp escaped my lips at the tone of his voice. He didn't sound angry, it was worse. He sounded bored. Bored of waiting. I think this is what they mean by the fight or flight reflex.

Straightening my shoulders, I walked into the dimly lit space. The room was large, one side filled with floor to ceiling windows that gave a beautiful view of the Chicago cityscape eighteen stories below.

In the center stood a large heavy wood conference table, and seated at the head of the table, facing me, was Mr. Kapoor.

He sat there, his suit jacket hanging on the chair behind him, his tie loosened, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his fingers tented in front of him. A look of total boredom set on his perfect little face.

His eyes were boring into mine, but he said nothing.

"I apologize, Mr. Kapoor," I said, my voice wavering with my still labored breathing, "There was a mix up with th-" I stopped. Excuses wouldn't help my situation. And besides, I wasn't going to let him blame me for something I had no control over. He could kiss my...you know. With my new found bravery in place, I lifted my chin and walked over to the table.

Without meeting his gaze, I sorted through my papers and placed the presentation on the wooden table before us. "Are you ready for me to begin, Mr. Kapoor?" I asked, not trying to hide the venom in my voice.

He looked up at me, not responding, his green eyes piercing my brave front. This would be a lot easier if he wasn't so beautiful. What's the point of having such a beautiful face when there's such a massive ass attached to it? I hated myself for noticing his looks. Of course he was gorgeous, that's how he got away with being such a gigantic prick to everyone.

Every woman in this building threw themselves at him, and he was too arrogant and conceited to even acknowledge it. Everyone but me that is. I prided myself on being the only one who never attempted to gain his attention. He might be sexy as hell, but one word out of that mouth usually took care of the problem.

Still not saying anything, he gestured his hand to the documents before him, urging me to continue . I cleared my throat and began my presentation. As I moved through the different phases of the campaign, he didn't say a word. He merely looked forward, his eyes meeting nothing.

I was leaning over the table, gesturing towards a set of photographs when I felt it. His hand lifted slowly from his lap and...

The sweet Priya and grumpy Ram turned wild and in their boldness using the conference room to fulfill their desire. Seem their is some connection between them it's the love or lust. Continue soon I am loving it.

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