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Note: So I thought to increase this forum's popularity, we should all contribute. And I think short stories are pretty popular with attracting attention to the forum. So here is my little attempt of a small contribution towards this amazing serial plus forum. Enjoy and drop your opinions.
Episode 1
"Your name, lady?" asked a burly old man sitting behind the counter.
He patiently hovered his pen over the dotted line preparing to jot down her name and stamp it just like he had been doing for the past evening. But as his eye twitched, he knew an ominous event was to arrive very soon. After all, his sixth sense never betrayed him in his long and experienced 25 years.
"Mahreen.." she said mechanically, remembering exactly what Ranveer had told her to say. He had made sure she had practiced her timing as well as her facial expressions in saying everything on the mission. And here she stood trying her level best to keep her bored expression at bay.
"Aye, perfect, Mahreen," said the man stamping a little gently and excitedly than intended. It was hard to not resist pleasing the young beauty and he was already feeling younger than he ever had.
He opened a drawer and took out a brochure filled with job descriptions. Being in the underworld organisation had several different jobs needed to be attended to. And for the young beauty who stood before him; he was certain that she would definitely be a Fisher.
"Choose your work and come right back 'ere. You hear me?" he said instructively. "Now shoo and go wait."
Nodding, she turned to the overfilled couch with men. She felt alienated and extremely uncomfortable as men eyed her with one common emotion. Lust. Apart from one man who was oddly familiar with his long curly hair and flamboyant clothes. He stared at her with sadness and protectiveness and she felt even more trapped than before.
Turning back to the counter quickly, she flipped through the job descriptions until she came across the one she thought would increase her encounters with the Boss. And to her dismay, she fit the description perfectly.
The man looked up curiously. "Already decided, have ya'? Look 'ere, woman, this job will be yer' life. Picking any outta' a hat ain't the case 'ere, ya' know?" he said bluntly returning back to the work after his impromptu speech.
"I have decided. I will be the Boss' Chief Executive," she declared sliding the brochure back at him. Ranveer had wanted her to somehow alter the Boss' operation plans. What better way of altering his plans by getting to decide them? It was decided and she knew perfectly well Ranveer would be glad.
At this the old man laughed. "Ya' can't be that. Ya' too feminine to be poking yer' nose around in men business. Nah, ya' ought to be a Fisher, Mahreen."
"No! I want this job. And...and, I fit this job description perfectly," she protested balling her fists in anger.
The man nodded with a sad smile. "Yer' lady, I know ya' fit the description damn good! But here, ya' ain't alone beggin' for this job, ya know?" He pointed his arthritic finger to someone behind her. "Yer! Ya! Come 'ere, fella! And cut the glares, I ain't scared!"
Placing his fists on the counter to make his presence known, Joe growled under his breath as the man chuckled at his stiff posture.
"Ease up, fella!" the man smiled. He turned to Mahreen. "Now, ya' see. This fella here is keen on this job. And between a man and a pretty beauty like ya', I gotta' with a heavy heart offer this fella the job. Ya' see, sexism is everywhere..."
"But you can't! I need this job," she cried abruptly stomping her feet angrily as she imagined the disappointed look on Ranveer's face. No she couldn't bare to let him down! She had to have this job by hook or crook.
Goosebumps raise on her back as the man smirked at her slyly. Despite being old, he gave the aura of a man with burning lust. "I see we're desperate 'ere. Well, I could let ya' if you offer-"
"Shut up!" the man next to her roared silencing the whole room with his powerful voice. Behind the counter, there was a squeak and shuffling of papers.
"Right well, look 'ere, miss, this fella has the job. End of." said the man sliding slightly away from the counter. He asked Joe for his name again and found his stamped paper quickly filling in his job description.
"Sign 'ere and go straight in. Ya'll get a key to ya' room. Stay, work and kill." He handed him a pen and continued with his work. But after noticing that the fists remained on the counter, the man looked up confused.
"Wha' now?"
"Make her my assistant." he said enunciating every word carefully. "Do. It."
"Nah, ya' don't decide! Ya' ain't nobody. I am," oldie replied, coughing as he felt himself purging at the intense anger in the young fella's eyes.
"I am the Chief Executive of the Boss, now. I decide who gets to be my assistant."
Punching the granite desk, hardly, Mahreen voiced her opinion. "I decide what I want to do! First you steal my desired job and now you are trying to steal my rights. No!"
"Be my assistant or get the hell out of here," Joe said placing his sunglasses back on. Turning to the frail old man, he made his second command. "I'm going out. When I come back, this girl better not be doing a job for someone else but me."
"Of course, fella... I mean... sir," agreed the receptionist. And then he had walked out briefly ignoring the yelling and protesting of the furious beauty he was indirectly helping. Foolish girl, he thought.
Note: Extreme apologies for the old man's extremely old English accent but let's call it an international company with crazy oldies who used to serve pirates. Aye, aye, captain. LOL. :P
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