My life! My way!- VirMan SS- 10th chap Updated! - Page 4

My blood boiled to his audacity. I banged the door shut of the washroom taking deep breaths. See the guts of this man to make me, "Manvi Chaudhary", a laughing stock in front of the whole staff and still not enough in front of that bitch Tanya. I guess I should go for a suicide attempt now! I threw my phone aside on the wash basin and looked into the mirror. The next important thing I did was look for my reflection in the mirror and scanning if there was any lipstick stains or marks left somewhere.

I banged a fist on the wash basin reminiscing the situation I was caught in just ten minutes back. Banging sometime helped me as a stress buster, but now even it felt useless. A lady just then entered the washroom giving me strange looks. She looked at me as if something was wrong with me. She closed the door silently and strode into the inner sections of the washroom throwing dirty glances at me. Sometimes women are hard to understand. I agree, but the reason behind her expressions looked way beyond my understanding. How men are able to tackle with the worst of the worst mood swings of the women is unexplained May be that is the reason for marriages to break apart so soon. Either the guy is fed up to make out the words behind the strange expressions of the girl or the girl herself is tired of her husband's inability to understand her choices. Time changes so does people. I took deep breaths and did some simple yoga without much stretching of legs that would control my anger before setting foot back into the office. I followed my eyes down casted ignoring the ditzy asses trying to draw their attention to my ex before my eyes. Blast him and the skinny ghosts beside him- I cursed inwardly.

The murmurs soon turned into loud whispers on my arrival into the main cabinet. Anything and everything is news here, I sighed shooting glares at the skimpy tarted up fiddlesticks talking about me how I was on the verge to make out with my boss. What the heck! "Make out" that is a big ass word when nothing equivalent to it had happened. Not even a kiss!

I tell you these plastic products (my skimpy colleagues) lack even an iota of wisdom and brains. God might have forgotten to put in some brains to these. Time to teach these fake sweet sassy asses some lesson now. "Ash", a zero sized figure witch who would you mistake for a lean bamboo stick faced me. She looks exactly like a witch promoting anorexia Another one, "Caryl" followed her who had more of makeup and much less of clothes on her body. She would work well for the "kingfisher" calendar for the next year. Yet another one came and stood beside the other two. "Brookyl", who had less of talking and more of listening to others. Basically she is a word receptacle to these two witches, merely a container into which these two put their words. She does more of nodding her head to shit than working. What an economic loss for Britain that these three get paid for relaxing their butts off.

"You three get your butts to work or else I can fire you here right now", I faced the three as they stood horrified as if horror film of RGV had showed its first trailer.

"What did you say?" Ash was the first one to come out of the shock whilst the other two blankly looked at me.

"I said move your ass and get to work. Did you or did you not get it Miss. little airfield?" I roared this time louder for the poppycock to get what I meant. Now the next one Caryl started laughing. "Do you think I'm a fool to listen to you?" she questioned containing her laughter. I laughed with her for exhibiting her stupidious skills at early morning.

I cleared my throat and sweetly sugar-coated, "What's there to think, I already know that you're a fool", I laughed out loud at my own joke whilst my other friends joined me. The color drained out off the three faces though there was pads of unwanted makeup stuck around their faces. Such a relief to see those faces. In your face bitches! I felt I had mounted Everest with making those witches speechless. Before the Ash Dracula (I nicknamed her) could break over me again with her annoying sense of humor I sidelined as my bestie "Kiara", called me over to the boss's cabin. Time to introduce her now, one of my bestest buddy with whom I share every sad tale of my life. She finds it a pleasure to land in trouble whenever I get stuck somewhere with my stubborn attitude. She urgently dragged me to the cabin before I could protest. I rubbed my ankle which was red with the excessive pressure applied.

The room had exterior which was dull than mythological show going on in which people mostly sleep away. The files stacked up like bundles of unwanted filthy papers. Moreover the boss, the genius himself behind the shit of the world sat there with a smirk that could bug you up so much that the next moment it makes break a leg or two.

"What was taking you so long to come? Where were you Manvi", she whispered as both of us stood in front of my boss. I silently ignored her taking in the nameplate he had on his table. My hormones filled me with enormous energy to break it into pieces and flush it in my toilet back at my house. "Virat singh Vadera", Aisa likha huwa hai jaise koi Mike Tyson ho", I growled in my thoughts.

"She might be taking her frustration out in the washroom and then teaching some sexy girls a lesson who might be gossiping about her morning fiasco", he stated looking at Kiara and then at my I'm-ready-to-burst-any-moment face.

Sexy? And those three. Ewww! No doubt men like him are the reason for half of the women population pad their faces with the artificial colors.

"No wonder you seem to know me very well, why don't you just write a biography of mine and get it published", I mocked him handing the files to him whilst Kiara tried hard to suppress her laughter bursting into a peal before the arrogant boss. I carelessly gave a look to him putting on a greasy smile.

"I might! But I don't want to incur loss", he spoke with sheer sarcastic level overflowing. I should give him such a comeback that he would shut his mouth tight and think twice before commenting on me. "Are your writing skills so bad", I mocked faking sympathy at him while he raised his eyebrows surprised.

"Not that my writing skills are bad, but your story would be so boring that ultimately there would be no one to buy it, and I don't encourage boredom", he dragged the last sentence testing my patience. If my patience level breaks I can even lift the table and break it on his head. What does he think about himself? I barged away from there taking the files and dragging Kiara out screaming out loud for him to hear.

"I'm saving you hospital bills you freaking ass"!

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