Premeer SS: Kismat - Chap 6, Page 13 (Nov. 9th) - Page 8

She got in the elevator and pressed the 8 key and cursed Rajveer. Serving coffee was not in the job's description when she applied for work here than why does she have to serve coffee all day? Do they really think she is not capable of doing anything else? She wouldn't have minded serving coffee any other day but why today? What would Prem think? Now why was she thinking of what Prem thinks? Why does it matter? Why was she thinking about him anyways? Just than, the elevator stopped on the 6th floor and someone entered. Heer was still too busy in her thoughts and spaced out to notice the new person in the elevator and until that person spoke.

"Hi Heer!"
"Umm, hi Prem..." Heer said still deep in her thoughts....wait? Prem?? She looked up to see him smiling at her. "Wha..what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at the meeting?"
"Ya I was just going there...running a bit late. Your going to be there too, right?" He asked smiling.
"Umm ya." Oh god, can he please stop smiling?
"Heer, I need to ask you something..." but before Prem could finsih, the elevator doors opened. "Maybe another time." He said as he left to go to the boardroom # 2. Heer hurried into the mini kitchen right next to the boardroom #2 and started to put biscuits and croissants on the cart. As she went to get the coffee, she saw that there was a new fancy coffee machine. Um did they change the coffee machines? How come nobody ever tells her anything? She tried to get the machine start working but couldn't do it. As she was struggling, Prem came behind her. Seeing her struggling to get the machine started and talking to God loudly, Prem couldn't help but smile.
"Need help?" Prem asked. Heer jumped and looked behind her.
"Aren't you supposed to be at the meeting?" she asked but he didn't answer and pressed a button and the machine started to work. Heer turned a thousand shades of red.
"Yes but bathroom break. How do you like the new machines? I promise, the coffee won't taste like, what was it? Melted dog poop? Yes the coffee won't taste like melted dog poop anymore." Prem said rather amused. Oh god, can the earth open up in two now and swallow her? "Ok, I have to return to the meeting, but hurry up. I think everyone is getting rather hungry."

Heer put everything on the cart and checked twice to see she actually did have everything before pushing the cart to boardroom #2. Everyone was busy arguing with each other. Sam, who had a habit of getting hyper had a huge pile of paper and screaming at a girl named Kate while Prem Juneja sat in the middle looking bored and making paper airplanes. For some reason, Prem made her giggle and she giggled loudly as everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her. She turned 8 shades of red and hurried to the corner. She was pretty sure she saw Prem smirk.
"Heer, I am so glad you are here. You have to tell me something." Prem said. Oh dear. Is he going to ask her the capital of Tonga? Don't be silly, Heer, she thought. Why would he ask her that?
"I am not going to ask you to name the capital of Tonga, relax." Prem asked. What the?? How did he know?? Looking at her expression, Prem let out a small laugh. "Heer, tell me what you think of this?" Prem held a little paper that had some scribbles and looked like a 4 year old painted it as it had different colored paints going in all different directions. She looked around to see all eyes on her.
"That's really good!" Everyone sighed. "For a four year old, that's really good! My cousin's son is 7 and he can't even paint that good." Prem stared at her for a second before letting out a hearty laugh.
"Well ladies and gentlemen, I think we have come to a decision." Prem said addressing to the group as Heer stood there confused. Everyone else was throwing daggers at Heer.
"No offense, Prem Sir. But I don't think Heer is the right person to decide this, she doesn't anything." It was Sam that said that and Heer was rather hurt even though she had no idea what decision they were talking about.
"Mister...?" Prem asked.
"Sameer Singhania." Sam answered rather proudly and Prem looked at Heer and than Sam and his expression changed into as if he found the secret of this universe.
"Oh so you are chipku!" She is going to kill Prem.
"No sir, Sameer." He's so slow!
"You and Heer.....you are an item, right?" Heer knew Prem was enjoying this.
"Sir I assure you we do not let our personal life get in our way of work. Here we are two professionals and nothing else and..." Sam said defensively. Nerd, Heer thought.
"I am pretty sure, Chi..Sameer," Prem interrupted. "But I think we have come to our decision and I completely agree with Heer, here. This logo does look like it was drawn by a 4 year old and for JE's new logo, we need something more simple that stands out more and people recognize it more." Prem said as he got up to leave.
"But Prem, like Sam said, Heer has no clue about such things and we are the advertising team, we been working on this logo for months. How can you go with a decision of someone who serves coffee here!" It was Marcus that spoke and Heer felt her eyes burn and she didn't know why she wanted to cry.
"Marcus, is it? Marcus, I think Heer has more of a clue than all of you combined. Sometimes we need an outsider to show us the way and for you guys, that is Heer. Next time, please do not insult any of my employees esp. not in front of me or that would be your last day of work here. This meeting has ended, you may go to your floor and instead of arguing about who is capable of doing what, work on your capabilities and come up with something better." Prem said rather angrily. Heer stood there in shock. What was happening? And did Prem just put the whole of Advertising team down just for her? Nobody has ever stood up for her and the boss was standing up for her? Maybe he wasn't as bad as she thought. Not that she ever thought he's bad. But that one time....oh never mind!
"Heer, can you please come to my cabin in 5 minutes, I need to discuss something important with you." Prem said as he left the boardroom. After Prem left, everyone including Sam gave her dirty looks before leaving as well. Sam stayed behind.
"Why did you have to speak? Heer, you know we been working on this for three months now."
"How did I know you been working on THIS for three months? You never showed it to me like it was some secret project." Heer said as she picked up the cups and left over food from the tables.
"Whatever. And why does Mr. Juneja wants to see you in his office?" Sam asked suspiciously.
"To make me the new head of Advertising team. I am only kidding, geez! How would I know why wants to see me, he didn't say. Ok now I have to leave." Heer pulled the cart into the little kitchen cursing Sam in her head. Why why why is he such a freak and why did he put her down in front of everyone? But wait, why does Prem need to see her in private? Is he going to talk about those references and fire her? Is that why he was being so nice to her??

Prem's cabin was on the 12th floor, the highest floor at JE empires. Heer pressed no. 12 on the elevator and went over how she could make up excuses so she won't get fired. But what excuses? He bloody knew everything about her. Maybe she can say she suffers from terminal swine flu, wait that would get her fired instantly. Maybe....no that won't work either. Think Heer think. You need to save your job. Think Heer think. The elevators door just than opened and she was on floor 12.

She never been on this floor before and she let out a huge gasp. It was the most lighty and spacious floor with floor length windows in front and Heer could see that you could see the view of New York from there. She walked to the window and looked around. She gasped. It was New York as she never seen it before. Looking down, she saw Central park, her favorite spot. It was beautiful.
"You can go see Prem now." A voice said behind her and she jumped. It was Nihaal looking at her with the most serious expression. Geez, give her a heart attack cause she isn't scared. She knocked on Prem's door and than entered. She saw Prem looking outside his room window. He was wearing black dress pants and a white shirt with a blue tie, all loose. His shaggy hair was messy as ever and he had an odd expression on his face as he looked outside. Umm, maybe Maya and Bella were right, he really is good looking.
"Oh hi Heer. Please close the door behind you." Prem said as he heard Heer enter. Heer closed the door thinking what is so secretive that he wants to talk to her alone. He doesn't want to embarrass her, when he fires her, she guessed. She walked up to where he was standing and looked outside the window and gasped even louder. If she thought, from the lobby she had the best view of Central Park than she was wrong. Because she had never seen Central park as she saw it from Prem's window. She could stand there all day and stare outside. Prem looked at her and smiled.
"It's my.."
"..most favorite spot in New York, I know. It's beautiful, isn't it?" he said interrupting her. Damn him, why does he have to know everything about her. Prem stood there still staring at her like he has never seen anything like her before and he just couldn't figure her out.
"So what do you need to talk to me about?" Heer asked.
"Yes, about that. Shall we sit down first?" Prem said breaking away from his train of thoughts. Heer followed Prem and sat on a chair. "Did you have a chance to try out the new coffee?" Is that why he called her. She shook her head no. "Well you must try it. I assure you, it's very good." He said, kindly. Ok this can't be it. Heer looked at him, he was only being nice so he could fire her.
"Prem....Mr. Juneja, please please please don't fire me! I know you are mad that I lied about my references but I promise I was in a desperate need of a job and I am capable of doing my job pretty well. Please don't fire me!" Heer cried.
Prem let out a little laugh. "Heer, I am not firing you! I know more than anyone else, what you are capable of doing. In fact, I have a feeling, you are the only one here who actually knows what they are doing. I am not going to fire you. Don't worry, this is not why I called you."
Ok than why did he call her?
"You must be wondering why I called you here than." He said as if he read her mind. "Heer, I know this would sound really weird but....." Oh my god, he's going to ask her out! She knew it, he's going to ask her out and they can go a date on central park and than she can kiss him..oh his lips do look kissable! And than they can both fall in love and get married in Central Park and even name their first born after Central Park! "But," he continued. He is so asking her out, look at how nervous he is. Aww, he looks so cute when he's nervous. "I hope you haven't told anyone that we met during our flight from Chicago. I don't want anyone to know here that I was in Chicago, at least not now. I called you here so I can have your word that won't tell anyone?" He said looking at her hopefully. Well of course, did she really think HE was going to ask HER on a date? And why did she think that anyways? She already has a boyfriend and why was she thinking about dates with Prem? "Heer?" Prem said trying to get her attention.
"Wha...yes, of course. Why would I tell anyone, anyways?"
"So you haven't told anyone here yet?" Prem wondered.
"No. I don't think you have noticed but even if I did, I don't think anyone take it seriously. Well I did tell Meher , my best friend and roommate but I promise she won't tell anyone."
"Yes, Meher. The one with iQ of 600. Yes I think we can trust her." Prem said smiling. Does he remember everything she ever told him? What did she not tell him? Heer said as she got up to leave. Why does he not want anyone to know that he was in Chicago? Even Nihaal was not with him. Umm. Well she should not be worried about that, it's none of her business.
"And Heer," Prem said as she reached the door, "Before you leave, why are you with that Singhania anyways? I spent about half an hour with him and couldn't stand him. You don't see too happy with him."
"Mr. Juneja, I think that is none of your business." She said as she stomped out. And here she thought, she actually liked him. How dare he talk about her boyfriend like that? Just because he knew a few secrets about her now he would tell her how to live his life? She got in the elevator for the nth time that day wondering if she was really mad because Prem was talking crap bout Sam or if it was something else that she didn't really want to think about.