Love Digger's husband Ch 33 6/5 - THD 2 LNK - Page 43

Originally posted by: had2bu

Hey, hey hey! I love the jumbled up thesis! Although I have yet to read an update where I am not jumbled up myself😆. Sheesh has a special talent in which we all lose hair from hair pulling! She wants to be the only pretty one left with hair.

Originally posted by: Onir

Yup true... a whole lot of jumble bumble mumble...😆😆 But don't you love it??... I absolutely do... it gives me a break from doing the routine always & leads my mind into overdrive..😉

She definitely wants that ... but then she is Sheesh - Glassdoor... if she succeeds in her plan of being the only one pretty she would end up only looking at our bald reflections in the reflections she is projected & bound to see... mind it compulsorily...😉

Originally posted by: had2bu

You crack me up Onir. Girl I missed you!😆

Chap 15:

Geet:

She ate her food quietly. She was too tired to be proud. When one is hungry ego somehow does not seem to matter, does it? Dev was standing by the door. Thankfully he was not looking at his watch. It was pouring cats and dogs.He was watching the rain drops fall with a very serious thoughtful expression. The entire hallway was lit with a florescent light. He looked like a handsome ghost with its face peeling.

The food was piping hot. So she had no choice but to eat it slowly. It smelt fresh and good. This was one awesome restaurant. She wondered how much was the cost of the meal and who was going to pay for it. Her question was answered immediately. A person in a suit came with a leather pouch that seemed to contain the bill. And she saw Dev take out a blue color credit card. What card was that she wondered. It looked more like a playing card than a credit card.

Dev "The restroom is there down this hallway incase you need to freshen up."

Geet was feeling strange about his normal words. He seemed to have quelled his appetite for blood for the day. Of course she needed to use the restroom. Much as she would have liked to admire the bathroom with all its trappings and fittings, she powdered her nose and was back in a jiffy. No point in testing this mans temper now, was there? Once she was back the valet brought their car to the doorway. She sat in the car quietly watching the rain. It was blinding. She was thinking now how Dev was able to even see the road due to the torrents that the wipers seemed unable to push aside.

Understandably she was glum through the entire journey. She was unable to process the way she was being treated. She brought out her cell phone and started messaging some of her friends. She did not feel like sharing this incident with any of them. They wouldn't understand. They would just tell her to quit and move on to something else. But Geet did not want to quit. She wanted to fight this man. She started playing some stupid game. They dropped the idea of going to the other site due to the torrential rain.

When they reached the office she was exhausted. She found she had a dull ache in her temples. She felt like taking a nice little nap. Her eyes had closed involuntarily when she heard a tapping noise. She opened her eyes to find Maan standing in front of her. She knew she was finished now. She was caught red handed sleeping during office hours. She got up sheepishly. She had no excuse for this either. She just rubbed her eyes. She was too tired to even feel sad about this.

Maan "So having a siesta here, are we?"

She looked at him guiltily.

Maan "Hmm. I just came here to ask Dev's schedule for the afternoon."

She pulled up the calendar "He is to meet with the HR team in the afternoon for the latest team building exercises."

Maan's eyes narrowed a little "You have a little something in your eye. If I were you I would wash my face before the meeting."

He smiled slightly and was about to walk away when she "Maan."

He turned "Yes Geet."

She could manage the words "I need to talk to you for a few moments. Is that possible?"

Maan "Sure. Come on over."

They reached his cabin and she sat down slowly. He remained standing.

Maan "Geet, you said you needed to talk. What is it?"

Geet "I am sorry."

Maan was puzzled "For what Geet?"

Geet "I stole the paperweight na."

Maan laughed "Geet, it is not stealing if you inform me and take it. It might be called extortion though."

Geet was not in the mood for jokes. She felt her head hurting.

Geet "Can I be your secretary?"

Maan had a quizzical expression "What?"

Geet "No offence to your brother. But I don't want to be his secretary. I was cheated. I thought I was going to be reporting to you."

Maan assumed a stand at ease postion "Really? Why did you come to this company of all companies Geet. Tell me honestly."

She looked at him sharply. To check if there was any accusation in his eyes once more. Instead there seemed to be gentleness and hope almost. Huh hope? She was getting over imaginative. She gulped and found she had swallowed a painful bubble of air.

Geet "I was not stalking you, trust me."

Maan nodded "I believe you. I am just asking."

Geet "My brother fell sick and was hospitalized. He told me he could not carry on with our family expenses by himself anymore. Doctors advised him to take it easy. Long story short we hit a financial crisis. And then he told me I have to join here and he wouldn't have it any other way. I am sorry for calling you a liar. I am foolish and stupid and need to grow some brains."

Maan "What happened to your brother?"

Geet "He had chest pains. It all looked like symptoms of a heart attack but turned out to be gastric trouble. But he feels a bit shaken about it. He has high blood pressure too."

Maan "What does he do?"

Geet "He is a real estate agent. His name is Brij. He says he knows about you. Do you also know about him?"

Unknown to her an excitement was creeping into her voice.

Maan thought for a moment and shook his head "No I don't think I have heard of him."

Geet giggled.

Maan "What is so funny. Anyway who else is there in your family?"

Geet "My sister-in-law Dolly and my niece Rajji. She is very cute."

Maan "I am sure she is. So tell me now what was that drama about the paper weight. I hope it was not meant to be thrown at someone's head when you get angry."

Geet laughed.

Maan "Geet, I know it must be hard initially. It is harder making friends in an office. So just take it easy for a while. Things will sort itself out."

She looked at him with a worried expression.

Maan "Yes Geet. Do you have something to say."

She shook her head.

Maan sighed "Geet, Dev does have a bit of a temper. But he is not that bad."

Easy for his brother to say.

Maan "Shall I share something with you?"

Geet nodded.

Maan "He actually had asked me to hire a male secretary for him."

What?

Maan "He has had a bad run with secretaries ever since he has been in office. It is most frustrating when one gets used to a person and then that person is not there anymore. He needs to start afresh every time. He might have lost all patience. To top it all, when I did not pay heed to his request and hired you anyway he was disappointed. But there was no way around it. Not many men want to be secretaries. It is a thankless job.". He smiled ruefully.

She was thinking about it now.

Maan "My advice for you would be to talk to him once and sort things out."

Geet "But that is just not fair. How can I carry on directly from where somebody else has left things? I also need some time to get used to things na."

Maan "Of course Geet. Very true. I couldn't agree more with you. But remember he is not that experienced either. And the top post is a lonely one. Sometimes a secretary is all one has to understand and empathize. So it would be better if you exercise a little bit of patience. I am not asking you to be a doormat. But just be a woman."

Geet shook her head in exasperation "You know. When it comes to your brother you seem to trivialize every problem. You cannot seem to see beyond his nose. He might be your darling brother in your house Mr Maan, but out here he needs to behave himself. I am not saying it is wrong to feel angry or frustrated. But to call somebody you hardly know a fool and idiot every second sentence thereby denting their already low confidence, I do not call that appropriate behavior. Why should I stand for that nonsense in the name of being a woman? I am not the sort of girl who stands by and cries when a man twists her arm. I kick his balls instead."

Maan stared at her.

Geet "I come here seeking the advice of a senior person for I cannot identify myself with anybody else in this office. You are the only person I feel I can have a sane conversation with. I come here and what do I get? Standard dialogue. 'Be a woman'. I ask you, why should I be a woman? WHY? Does being a woman mean not being human?"

Maan "GEET! I think you are taking things out of context here. This is not some crusade. This is an office. Words come and go. You cannot…"

Geet was steamed up "That is why you asked whether I really need this job, isn't it? Because what you needed was not an employee but a, god forbid I mention this word, a slave!"

Maan was glaring now.

Geet "I just want to spit in your brothers.."

Maan "I am sorry."

Geet looked at him dumbfounded.

Maan "I said I am sorry on his behalf. For calling you an idiot, fool or whatever else he might have done to make you feel this small."

Geet could not make sense of this conversation. She watched him with his eyes lowered a little bit. He obviously meant it. Why was she feeling smaller though? How could someone apologizing to her make her feel smaller than small?

Maan "You need a man to apologize to you. I am his brother and I seem to represent him for you. So I am sorry."

"BRO !!"

Geet turned and saw Dev's red face. He looked beyond angry. Was she feeling guilty here? Why she wondered. She seemed to have done nothing wrong.

Dev "Had I not asked you to not gossip lady? You are making my brother apologize? What are you? Yes I spoke rudely to you. You could have just slapped my face if it sounded so bad. But no you had to be a cry baby and spill your guts at the first possible opportunity."

Geet was feeling lost now. What was going on here?

Maan "Dev, she.."

Dev "Really Geet? That is all it took for you to break? Just being called a fool."

Geet "Just? What do you mean? You were trying to experiment with my level of tolerance to cuss words?"

Dev smirked "I? And experiment? You do not know what it is like out there alright. Do you think I am your chauffer? To pick you up every morning and make sure you reach all sites safely? I can easily ask you to take a taxi and bill it to the company, right?"

Geet "I…"

Dev "Do you think I am your kindergarten school teacher to worry whether your lunch box is emptied at the end of lunch period? I try and take care of my employees Ms Handa. And if you cannot understand that you have no bloody business being here. Bro, fire this lady. I don't want to see her moronic face anymore. And for God's sake I need a man this time."

Geet "WHAT! I cannot even voice my concerns now?"

Dev "Sure keep voicing them. Outside the gates of this office."

Geet "Well in that case I would like to say thank you."

Dev "Thank you?"

Geet "You gave me food when I was hungry and for that I am very grateful. I am sorry if I unwittingly hurt your feelings. It was never my intention. I will pack my stuff up and leave."

Dev smiled sarcastically "You are welcome Ms Handa. I hope you are satisfied with my brothers apology and won't sue me."

Maan "STOP!"

Both of them went silent. For Maan looked angry.

Maan "Dev, I will catch up with you later. Please go now."

Dev "Sure and don't…"

Maan "I will handle it. Now GO!"

Geet did not know whether to cry or laugh about this. Never had she been more confused about anything in her life before.

Maan "GEET! Look at me."

She looked at him knowing the three infamous words would be spoken any moment. Maan's voice had assumed a low menacing tone.

Maan "Geet, now what is done is done. I want you to stop being a bore and start doing some real work around here. You are a talented girl and I need you. If you outperform your role as Dev's secretary, I promise you something bigger."

Geet's eyes widened "Bigger?"

Maan bowed his head down a tad "Yes. So stop complaining and do some serious work. I am not the principal or dean here. Just an employee like you."

Geet nodded too. Vow what could be bigger than a secretary of CEO?

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