Scene 3: The Opportunity Cost
It was a casual morning at Sid's office. As he was working in his cabin, Mr. Anderson entered inside the office. Sid immediately got up, greeting "Hello, sir."
Mr. Anderson: Sidhant, is everything okay?
Sid: Yes, sir. Did you need anything?
Mr. Anderson: Oh no. I just wanted to introduce you to someone.
At that moment, a young lady entered inside Sid's cabin next to Mr. Anderson. Sid looked at her politely. She had long, silky black hair and was wearing a short red dress with matching red pumps.
Mr. Anderson: This is Laila. Laila Sahay. Your new secretary.
Laila: Nice to meet you you.
Sid: Same.
Mr. Anderson: That's all from me, Sidhant. Keep up the work.
Sid: Of course, sir.
With that, Mr. Anderson left the cabin. Laila then grinned as she came closer to Sid.
Laila: I'm glad to be working with you.
Sid tried to look away as Laila tried to get closer to him.
Sid: Same. Why don't you go see your office, Ms. Sahay?
Laila: Okay. As you say. But please...call me Laila next time.
Laila then turned around and headed out of the cabin. As she did, she passed by Jeet, who was just entering the cabin. He looked at Laila as she walked in the hall. He then turned to Sid and said, "Wow, man! Who's that?!"
Sid: Laila Sahay. Mr. Anderson appointed her as my secretary.
Jeet: Wow, she's gorgeous! Consider yourself lucky!
Sid: Shut up, yaar! How can I look at other women?! I'm married!
Jeet: That's true. But since when do you ever acknowledge your marriage?!
Sid: Why are you here?
Jeet: Nisha is waiting for you at the receptionist's desk.
Sid: What?! Nisha is here?!
Jeet: Yes.
Sid: Why would she come to my office?!
Jeet: I don't know. Just go! She's been waiting so long!
Sid sighed as he dropped his paper work on his desk and headed out of his cabin. He went down the hall until he reached the receptionist's desk where Nisha was standing.
Nisha: Finally! I've been waiting for so long!
Sid: Nisha, why are you here? Shouldn't you be at your office?
Nisha: What a good husband you are! You don't even know your own wife's schedule! Today's my day off.
Sid: Are the jokes necessary? Why are you here?
Nisha: I wanted to know if we could go out for lunch. We can go to your favorite Chinese restaurant!
Sid: Nisha, I'm very busy now.
Nisha: Come on, Sid! You can't spare half an hour to have lunch with me?
Sid: Nisha, I have some important paper work to finish! I have to have it done by the evening. Please understand.
Nisha sighed, looking down on the floor. She nodded her head.
Sid: I'm sorry. We'll go some other time, okay?
Nisha: Okay. I'll see you at home then.
Sid: Okay. Bye.
Nisha: Sid.
Sid: Yes?
Nisha: I love you.
Sid: Same. Bye.
With that, Sid left while Nisha looked on. Nisha swelled herself up as her eyes began to water a little. She then left the office building.
Back at home, Nisha arrived back to her house. As soon as she entered in, she was surprised to see Nandita had arrived.
Nisha: Mom!
Nandita: Hi, Nisha!
Nisha went ahead and hugged Nandita.
Nisha: How are you?
Nandita: I'm great! You're off today! So I thought I'd come and see you!
Nisha: What about Dad?
Nandita: Dad has work today. Besides, he'll see you for your anniversary party!
And that one word changed Nisha's mood. Anniversary. As Nandita headed into the kitchen, Nisha stood alone, lost in her own thoughts. How can I even celebrate my anniversary...when there's nothing worth celebrating? Nisha asked herself.
On the other hand, Shanaya was walking up to her office building. As she walked, she bumped into someone and fell. As she fell, the guy caught her in his arms. "Oh, thanks!" Shanaya thanked. As she looked up, she gasped to see the guy who had caught her was none other than Anaan.
Shanaya: You?!
Anaan: Yes, me.
Shanaya: Let go!
Anaan: Funny...I catch you from falling and this is the thanks I get!
Shanaya: I don't believe this! I bump into you again!
Anaan: I told you, jaan-e-maan...I knew we'd meet again!
Shanaya: Don't call me jaan-e-maan!
Anaan: You may not know it now, but the name suits you.
Shanaya: What are you doing here anyway?!
Anaan: Do you not see the guitar in my hand?!
Shanaya: Oh! So your profession is that of a street singer?!
Anaan: Oye, jaan-e-maan! Don't insult me or this guitar with such a name! I prefer the term "guitar singer".
Shanaya: Same thing! You know what?! I don't have time for this! You better not bump into me like this again!
Anaan: Jaan-e-maan, there are no guarantees in life! So don't be surprised if fate brings us together again!
Shanaya rolled her eyes as she left with Anaan looking on.
Shanaya: Crazy guy!
Shanaya headed into her office building. She went passed the receptionist's desk.
Shanaya: Hi Jane!
Receptionist: Shanaya, the boss wants to see you!
Shanaya: Really?! Thanks for letting me know.
Shanaya headed down the hall and approached the office of the head of Manhattan Fashion Magazine, Ms. Sasha Jones.
Shanaya: May I come in, ma'am?
Ms. Jones: Yeah, Shanaya. Come in.
Shanaya entered inside the office and sat down with Ms. Jones at her desk.
Shanaya: So why did you need me?
Ms. Jones: I wanted to discuss something with you.
Shanaya: Go ahead.
Ms. Jones: For our next issue, I want to go beyond typical covers of American fashion. I want something fresh. Which is why I want us to do a cultural segment in our issue.
Shanaya: Oh, cool!
Ms. Jones: So for our next issue, I was thinking we could do a segment on Indian fashion. Which is why I called you.
Shanaya: That's perfect! I can detail everything from sarees to salwars to-
Ms. Jones: Actually, I'm talking about beyond that.
Shanaya: Meaning?
Ms. Jones: Shanaya, fashion is not just about clothes. Its about the latest trends, whether its clothes, music etc. And so, I need you to find an interesting story to cover relating to some kind of Indian trend.
Shanaya: But ma'am, I don't know how I can do this.
Ms. Jones: Oh. If that's the case, I could ask Anita to cover this for me. It will help her career boost then, so-
Shanaya: Wait! I mean, I can handle it. Just leave it to me!
Ms. Jones: That's what I like to hear. You can go now. You better get working.
Shanaya nodded and left Ms. Jones' office. Dang it! How am I gonna find something for this story?! Shanaya asked herself. Then, her eyes beamed. That boy! Of course! The Punjabi street singer! If I can get an interesting story from him, I could get him to trend in this city! Shanaya thought to herself. That will make a great segment! Imagine how much my career will benefit from this story! But then...I'll have to run into THAT guy again. And I don't want to! Well, if I want to do this story, I'm gonna have to see him again! I guess...I'll just have to do it.
Edited by -Meryl- - 10 years ago
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