~ CHAPTER THIRTEEN ~
At top speed and forty minutes later, the girls were past two hundred and fifty cheques. But there was still a lot more to go! And that was just filling the cheques. They still had to enter the information into the system, make copies and get it signed from the concerned authorities.
"Oh no," Dean said in a hushed voice and began to rummage through her drawers, "I think that we're out of cheques."
"What? So what do we do now?" whispered Nandini.
"Hashmi's going to kill me," moaned Dean faintly. "How could I miss out on this? Damn."
Nandini glanced over at Hashmi. He seemed to be drowned in a heap of complicated sheets over his desk. The throbbing muscles in his tight jaw indicated that it wasn't probably a good idea to approach him either. She took a quick glance at her watch. There was hardly fifteen minutes to the deadline.
"I am supposed to submit this in the next fifteen minutes," she said in a low voice.
"Fifteen minutes?" Dean looked flabbergasted, "you can't be serious. That's five hundred cheques."
"But that's what he asked me to do," replied Nandini.
"Who? Manik sir?" asked Dean.
"Yeah," sighed Nandini.
"He's nuts!" she snapped in a hoarse whisper.
Nuts! Once again, Nandini is reminded of that ill-fated incident which landed her up in all this mess! Why do I have to be so bloody clumsy for God's sake? Oof!
"Are you girls done? What's it with all the whispering?" Hashmi's blare out of the blue startled the ghosts out of the girls.
"N-nothing sir," replied Dean and prepared to get up. "I'll be right back," she said to Nandini.
"Where are you going?" There was fear plastered over Nandini's face. Almost as if she was a goat that was going to be turned in to the butcher.
"I'll go talk to Trilok sir in the accounts department," she replied, "They'll have spare cheques with them."
"No!" Nandini grabbed hold of Dean's arm, "you can't leave me alone in here with this monster!" She shot a glance towards Hashmi who was still engaged in his work.
Dean smothered the involuntary snorts that escaped from her. "He's not as monstrous as he looks! And I'll be back soon darling. So don't worry!"
"I'll go and meet Trilok," Nandini offered, "I'll go get the cheques."
"You can do that?" asked Dean.
"Yes, pukka."
~ Moments later ~
Nandini walked into the Accounts department - a larger room for the executives and a special cabin for the seniors. She moved into the cabin, an average sized room with a two seater workstation and found it occupied by two middle aged men.
One of the men had an unusually long and pointed nose, but nevertheless looked friendlier than the other sinister looking guy who was engaged on the phone.
"Hi," Nandini was visibly nervous as she started off. She secretly wished that Trilok was the friendly looking, long nosed guy she was speaking to. "I'm looking for Mr. Trilok."
The long nosed guy, Raghav, looked up and smiled. "That's him," he said and pointed to the shorter guy with a grim expression. He had been glaring at her with a nasty smirk all this while.
Before Nandini could utter another word, Trilok spoke up. "I know," he said in a contemptuous tone through pursed lips, "Dean sent me a mail. Unfortunately, we just have fifty cheques at the moment. So we'll need to get more from the bank."
Nandini was so lost now. What the hell was she going to tell Manik now?
"Is it possible to get it today?" she asked frantically, "like now?"
"There's no one around to pick it up at the moment," Trilok snapped sternly, "we can get it earliest by this evening."
"Evening!!?" Nandini was dumbfounded. "But can't the bank..."
Trilok cut her off. "Moreover, the cheques were already issued last week. Five hundred of them! What about them? What happened to that?"
Smitten by Trilok's rude and outspoken demeanour, Nandini's entire being began to withdraw deep into her shell. She began to speak up, but Trilok gestured her to stop immediately with a quick flourish of his hand. "You just have to wait now. Don't know what you people are up to in your department. Seriously. Irresponsible lot. Ask Manik to meet me as soon as he can. I don't know what you guys are thinking! You can't expect everything to be around as per your whims and fancies."
Nandini's eyeballs and sockets began to ache as she struggled to hold back the embarrassed tears that had been stinging for a while.
"Now if you please," Trilok sighed and returned to the spreadsheets on his computer, "I'm really hard pressed for time as you can see. Got lots to do."
Nandini seemed to be thinking hard as she stood rooted to her spot. She seemed to be debating on whether to take that different step to achieve what she had to.
"What if I go and pick it up?" she asked out of the blue.
Note: Hang around guys, I'm a bit engaged with other stuff at the moment. But I'll be back with the next update in an hour or two ;) So stay tuned.