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In this story I picked up only asad and Zoya character and both are different than the original character.
Chapter 2
Important and necessary tasks in the office daily Zoya immediately took to wind up.As important letter, the Official important emails, etc. Progress reports. Some important mails were sent to them for answers .
If the work or the time they began to feel sane chatting. This too was part of her daily routine. The company is not a simple thing to understand so large.
Some took prints of mails. Afterward, they made ready all the important tasks she did open her chatting session.
If the work or the time they began to feel sane chatting.
Work stress, tension from relaxation to get discovered she was chatting up options. Suddenly the phone rang the bell. She picked up the phone to take and read messages from chatting window.
Parallel processing, computers just can not handle it like that all the work in one day.
"Yes Mona"
'' Madam ... .. Net security, managing director Mr. Bhatia is on the line ... ''
Came the voice on the other side, Mona.
'' Please connect ''
'' Hi '' someone was chatting on message.
Zoya did check it is who are the message. 'Tom Boy' was the name of the message sender impaired hold. "What is the venue " Zoya through .
This 'Tom Boy' always on chatting. Another message arrived at his open and Zoya chatting session. "He does not have to work ... is sometimes just visiting on the fallen "
Zoya decided to ignore him today. Two were three messages offline. Zoya ear and shoulder in phone cam cradle hold of her delicate fingers on board cleaning was not running to check messages offline.
'' Good morning, Mr.Bhatia ...
How Are You ? '' Zoya connected phone in a min She stopped in to listen, to Mr. Bhatiya .
"Look at the inferior quality Bhatiaji ... We Are The Best ...
You do not worry Andy delivery schedule on time ...
We Will Deliver Your Product ... Our delivery time is when it occurred was over? ... Nor is not it? ...Do Not Worry ... Be certain transactions simultaneously ... Yes ... OK ... bye .. " Zoya again picked up the phone and dial the phone and put two digital, '' Just send the Saira"
Her eyes still on the computer, but she didn't concentrate. If the rest of the things said before and after the work . Work is important than other things.
Just across from the computer on bip rang. Zoya who is chatting window when the message came. Zoya looked at the monitor irritation.
'Re going to be the message that ' Tom boy ' she thought.
But that message was not Tom Boy. As she read it. The message was - "Would you like to be my friend? "
This was the message display on monitor screen.
What is the name of sender looked so now to beam a message reply back then he will not send me message in future thought that forsake his background.
'Why not? Fulfillment is important than friendship would need ... " Zoya typed the message.
Suddenly Saira- "Madam" Secretary was inside. '' Yes, Madam" .
'' How many times I have told you don't call me, Madam ... Call me simply Zoya when you address me, Zoya Madam , I suddenly feel 23 to 50 years old lady '' she said angrily"
If they were angry with her, but then she commenced to feel bad for saira to scold her in the morning.
Zoya suddenly serious tone said, '' The fact that sin is the responsibility fell on me and stopped suddenly after ... Otherwise I have to enjoying days,roaming with friends. I tell you here ... in fact deliberately called up the work environment so that such stressful my laugh, to go, where to disappear my child's behavior ... at least then you are my friend ... and before the secretary believed '' she said.
'' Yes, Madam ... I mean Zoya "Saira said.
Zoya looked at Saira spread smiled, on her face. Abruptly she sat in the chair across from the computer again Buzzer alert Saira looked front of her. In chatting box the message window was again peeped.
"What is Your name? '
" My name is ... Zoya Yours? "
Zoya typed the message.
Zoya was sitting there turned her chair and pressed the enter Saira to speak.
"What about the net security project? ... '' Said Zoya.
If everything is OK ... But it is a system module that frequently crash ... do not understand ... is what some bugs' Saira information provided.
Suddenly the message once more appeared in the chat box "My name is Asad... By the way ... I mean ... what are your interests hobbies? "
Zoya looks at the monitor again
They ignore messages and she looked at Saira with carking face.
'' Who is working on the module? '' Said Zoya .
'' Dinesh Maheshwari 'Saira information provided. ''
" It was not the same last new intern join? '' Said Zoya
'' Yes, he is '' saira said .
"Immediately appoint The Senior Associate with him instantly and see the matter resolved '' Zoya suggested to them that the original problems that simple answer.
'' Yes, Madam ... I mean Zoya Saira said proudly looking at her boss.
She used to always feel admiration for her management skills.
Zoya turned her attention back to your computer.
Saira moved out there and started typing up the response message chatting on her computer.
"... Yes .. Hobbies reading, writing and of course swimming ... sometimes chatting "
Zoya typed message "Send" key and opened the window minimized sent by her open window a second Microsoft excel.
She was engaged in reading the numbers in that Excel sheet Perhaps it was her company's one important project financial check details.
On the spur of the moment, once again got chatting message.
'Oh, what a coincidence, or is ... .. My luck your hobbies and mine are same not add or not one less ' reply was Asad message.
'Really?' She responded sarcastically.
This was the old familiar flurry nuska good of her. Suddenly came peon. He puts in front of her to sign some papers.Zoya looked a peep all the documents and had not signaled it.
"I swear," was the message sent to the monitor Asad other side.
Maybe he should have been felt the nervousness in her words and her dilemma.
What can I know your mailing address? The reply message Asad again.
'Zoya7000@gmail.com' Zoya had sent him the mail address . Created unofficial email address for unidentified people.
Zoya now turned her chair and stands up from the chair and looking at her watch and found the diary.
Taking her diary that chatting on the computer once more, then turned to go Buzzer o'clock. She twisted to go look at the monitor. Asad was the message on the monitor, "OK, thank you ... bye ... See you ... Some Time '.
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Edited by azsumay - 9 years ago
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