FF: Oh My God UPD P.14 Temp. Suspend - Page 8

Originally posted by: ItalianPrincess

will update soon this ff...late precious forever :D

bit of patience

Chapert #2

"God, I admit, we're not really friends, I turn to you when I need it ...but please, I beg, I beg you, let that guy is not really Arjun Punj! Let him be ... what I know? an messenger, or technician of copiers, or perhaps a replacement for Abhay! He has set up my PC and save my presentation ... could be the replacement for Abhay ... "
While vomiting breakfast clinging to the toilet bowl, I pray secretly to God and ask him to make one of his miracles. After all he can deal with such a trifle.
But I have a sneaking suspicion that my despair will not move him so much. Every time I turned to him, I never had any signs. Definitely He will not be alive now.
I leave the bathroom, recover my stuff and head unsteadily toward the meeting room.

"Hello Arohi!" Karan, my boyfriend, greets me with a kiss on the cheek.
"Are you okay? You look pale ... "he says giving me a quick glance.

"I just threw up the breakfast ..." I admit without too many turns of phrase.
"Influence?" he asked placing a lock of hair behind my ear.
"It would have been better ..." I answered

"So, you know Punj?" he asked suddenly
"Wha.. Who? "I stutter.

Does he know already? How can he know already? Who said that? Sur? It was she? Or is the pimply intern? I'll kill him...

"Punj. Arjun Punj. You know? The grandson of D.K. Punj, CEO of Punj Inc, Natasha Mittal's boyfriend's daughter ... "
"I know who Arjun Punj is!" I puffed looking up to heaven.

Arohi, you're a liar, not even an hour ago, you have exchanged him for your new assistant.
"Have you met him or not?" He insists.
"Why do you ask?" I asked defensively.
"Because this morning, he wanted to know personally all those who will present plans for the launch of the campaign. He came to me and Ajay to wish us good luck. I suppose he came to you too. "

Damned.

For this he knocked at the door of my office. To present him and wish me good luck. And I have treated him like a piece of paper!Maybe I should not hide what has happened to Karan.

It is best to advise him. Make him realize that maybe - maybe - I prepared a trouble.

But without giving away too much. Inwardly, I still hope for a miracle. In the lifeline in the midst of a stormy sea.

"Mmm, yes, well ... sure in jeans and a t-shirt he looked more like a peon than a boss ..."
"Yes, it's true. And he is an absolute genius! You know the campaign of the chewing gum? One developed by our office in Chennai? "

What?
What! That masterpiece is his work?
No, can not be true, I refuse to believe ...
"His stuff?"
"And of those, otherwise?"

Cool. That guy is not only a crash but the personification of the concept of beauty. It is also kind, polite, clever and sharp mind, makes photocopies, repair computer and save PowerPoint presentations, if necessary. At a minimum, he is also a perfect lover and master chef ...
"Sorry, but you did not know it?" Karan asked me puzzled.
I shrug my shoulders, no; I did not know that the great brain behind the mother of all campaigns in our society was Arjun Punj.
Karan looks at me bewildered and then said "Sometimes I do not understand why you want to work in advertising. You ignore basic things. "

Of course I do not know that! Who the hell wanted to work in advertising? When I came out I thought I would become an artist! A concept a little vague, I realize. And in fact, the vagueness does not pay the rent. That's why I'm here. And that's why I want this campaign! Money, money and more money!

I would like to respond, to defend myself and not go through the usual ditzy, but suddenly the door bursts open the meeting room and Priya, the assistant to Mr. Punj, invites us to enter.

The room is already set up and standing before us in no particular order: Mohan Mittal, Natasha Mittal, his charming daughter, a couple of male characters who I do not know - but I guess are part of the entourage of Mittal - and D.K. Punj, CEO of Punj Inc.
We met all, one at a time, shaking hands and dispensing smiles.
A moment where is Punj?
I casually look around for him, but I can not find him.
There is no ... Punj!
God! God, my friend! You've heard me! I can not believe you've heard me! Thanks-thanks-thanks-Th.. ...
"Hello everyone. Sorry I'm late. "I hear the same beautiful and seductive male voice this morning.
I turned and he is there.
Jeans and T-shirts are gone and now wear a beautiful dark suit complete with tie.
I am speechless. If Arjun Punj was a work of art, I'd come immediately affected by an acute case of Stendhal Syndrome.

OH WOW PARM - Worth the wait - great one - luv arjun's wink - u had put an apt photograph of darling punji - JUST GREAT

gr8 update !!