I collected all the papers and moved out of the stuffy store room and made my way to Paul. He was engrossed in his work and I spotted after a little while I came close to him that he was actually making the new trainee attendees work. When he turned to greet, I gave him one of my most puzzled looks.
"Paul you don't need to do it, this work was assigned to me by your grumpy boss", I emphasized more on the word grumpy. Actually the sound of it made me feel better; even better when I felt whom I'm imposing it on. "Anyway book two tickets to NJ, and do me a big favor and get me something to eat, I'm famished", I said sitting relaxed in the swivel chair when he gave a confused smile.
"I know girls are confusing but you top the list babe", he gave a boyish grin and gave a sandwich with Indian stuffing. I rolled my eyes at him. "What do you mean" I asked raising my doubts.
"Virat assigned me this work", he said smiling. I gave another look like he was mad and he exchanged those looks with me with equal decency but I was too busy eating with stuffed mouth that I couldn't say any further. "I owe you one", I said finishing the sandwich and wiping my hands with the tissue. "Yeah, rightly said! So can you take the interview of the new fellow", he said not even waiting to listen my answer.
"Why me? I mean no", I drawled and sat back with a mourning expression. He chuckled and sent the white fellow in. I gave a neat smile for the courtesy level and frowned within myself. It mildly stirred the thoughts in me when I faced the challenge of being interviewed by the devil...
Sky vault, main bay
I sat on one of the assigned chairs for the interviewers and tossed the blue folder in my hand on the mini table waiting for my turn to come. My palms were all sweaty and I had a constant nervous throbbing in my head, those kinds which you get the night before your final exams. I have quite given few interviews before but never had I felt so tense. Bloody, I'm feeling like I'm gonna meet my schmuck principal for breaking the disciplinary terms. But anyway I felt the need to take my revenge yesterday night; there could be only one way! Working with the devil himself. Like someone had said I'm a "nobody" now, ouch it hurt! But truth always hurt. And having an image of getting thrown out by the management in haste would be a big bad mark on any media career. If not by anything, maybe I could lure him with my looks? Ew, what am I thinking? Okay enough of those crappy thoughts, the strategy is- I would get close to him and then ruin his happiness like never before- I was determined. I'm not one of those scaredy goats who'd sit back scaring the possibilities of messing with the giant CEO of the f***in Sky vault or whatever or sulk my way and take it to be my fate or ill luck to get thrown from my career. One could never get away after messing with me. After all revenge is sweet; let him also taste the sweetness!
"Manvi Chaudhry", my name was called by the high-pitched lady who you may also call receptionist or whatever. Infact I didn't care about the people around me. I had only one goal- get the job and ruin his life. It had become my life ambition now. When I was passing her she gave me such looks that I had deepest urge to tangle the telephone wire around her neck which she was twisting around speaking coyly to someone, click a picture of it and publish it in my magazine.
Manvi you're good. No actually very good! You're confident. You can do anything. You can even bomb this whole building and throw the faculty in the artificial fountain outside which you saw while coming, along with their boss. It wouldn't make them drown but yeah some damage was expected. I took two deep breaths before finally entering his cabin.
"Ah! I'm not surprised", he said as I came in and took a seat before him. I saw the name plate royally presenting his name- Virat Singh Vadera. Soon it would be Virat Singh Vadera #mylifegotf***edup. I gave a polite smile to hide my mirth of laughter.
"Can't resist my charms or is it your disastrous career" he smirked asking me to show my folder. I gave a sharp glare and shoved my file to him. "Your Qualifications are great- like to get the job", he asked surprising me by this line. I didn't knew it could get this simple to bring the devil on my side. Of course it had- the tiny blood cells in my head leaped up in joy.
"Thank you" I said out of victory of crossing the first step of my plan. He gave a subtle smile as I got up to leave. "Thank me when you get your first pay check at the end of the month, only if you last for that long" he replied hinting the sarcasm in his words. I nodded my head and left the cabin with my mind churning the various devilious and torturous plans to make his life worse than hell.
"Can I leave mam", my thoughts got disturbed as the white fellow collected his file solemnly taking the fact that he had not been selected. I looked at his face once the train of thoughts broke down. "No wait, I'll send Paul for the interview", I said getting up.
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"Mind having some coffee", Tanya came coyly. I ignored her and immersed myself in the heaps of files left to finalize. "Just have a sip" she sprawled intentionally throwing her body on me. I felt so itchy. I had to just jerk up so that she could stand up on her own and stop being a ditzy. In my attempt to get out of her embrace and save myself from her itchy body, the cup of hot strewing coffee fell over my shirt.
The day of disaster
The LCD was booming with full volume making it obvious it was real. The nit-wits of the journalists were scrubbing the same news since the morning as if they didn't have something better to do. The scandalous voice over-played in the background of showing the intimate time I had with one of the model Maya. It didn't perch up to something like spending a night together but the bloody repetition of the news made it worse than that.
The worse situation was that I knew who exactly did it- it was none other than the disaster I had invited upon myself and made her feel secure here. This is called pure backstabbing for I had known that it was old wine in a new bottle. She pretended to be one of the most efficient workers and now, I couldn't wait to pour the fiery hot coffee on her face. Manvi if you think you could get away with this, and then you're sure on a bad illusion.
She stormed into the cabin her face lit up maybe brighter than it would be on the day of her marriage. I diverted my furious gaze to the girl who had stood on her words. Screw up my life! She sure did.
"Wow, you look quite good on the television, artistic eh?", she questioned increasing the volume intentionally with the motive to screw the half remaining life of mine a bit more. Little did she know, she was making me mad at her by each passing second.
"You bloody had the nerve to do this"? I switched off the idiot box and narrowed my eyes at her. She made herself comfortable on the swivel chair and gave a devilish grin. Who the f**k does she think she is?
"Tit for tat! Haven't you learnt this phrase before" she laughed again. Did she have the slightest idea she was testing my patience level deliberately.
"Well Vadera you thought you could get away with what you have done to me? You underestimated me huh? I just kept my promise you see", she was getting irritating each minute.
"I gave you the job, if it wasn't for me, you would've had your degree for waste", I reminded her.
"Because you wanted to show who's the boss. You let me in here cos you wanted to prove your superiority. And I wanted my revenge. As simple as that", she said blinking an eye furiously.
"You got it right there, why don't you remind yourself again who's the boss", I threw the burning hot coffee on her clothes to which her expression was priceless. It was not after I did it I could tell whatI had done. I am a prick, that was for sure, else how could I throw such hot liquid on someone being it out of anger. Anger can make you things that wouldn't have dreamt of. And I had just proved it. I was already regretting when I saw tears in her eyes. Girls have this kind of power to melt you down to pieces with the tears in their eyes even though it's not your fault. I followed the same route. I felt regretful. Before I could say anything, she rushed out of the cabin with a morose face.
"My resignation letter", she threw a paper on my desk with carelessness. By now the whole of the office was assembled to witness the drama. I checked through the letter as the tears brimmed in her eyes. Was the coffee so hot, that she was crying out of pain? Or she felt humiliated? I couldn't tell.
"You can't get out of this office so soon", I started when she opened her mouth to protest, "Before you could ask me why, check out your contract papers, it says you had signed for one whole year", I forwarded the file that had the papers with legal stamps and her signature. Her face got drained all of a sudden, as if all the blood in her body had decided not to flow to any of her body parts.
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you've got some patience there guys 😊...you'd know the reason as the story progress..I couldn't tell you now cos it spoils the fun!
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