Arylie SS - It Started with a Call -

Hi Readers,

I found an old blurb I wrote years ago that I never posted. So I decided to turn it into a short story. I don't know how many parts this story will have yet but wanted to see if the story is worth continuing. Let me know what you think of the Synopsis and Part 1. Please leave a note if the story is worth completing, thank you!

-O-

Aryan was irritated. Irritated was of course a gross understatement but at the moment he did not have the time to consider exactly what he was feeling.

It all started with a phone call this morning, to his Personal Assistant's assistant. Even he saw the humor and redundancy in an assistant needing an assistant but honestly if they didn't get his PA, Sundar, some help, the poor fellow would have ultimately suffered a nervous breakdown. Sundar was highly capable but between catering to Aryan whims, doing his bidding, and the job he was hired to do -let's just say Aryan refused to be held accountable for a man's early demise. Hence an assistant for Sundar was promptly hired. Aryan liked to think he has had a significant number of great ideas in the past but if he was being honest, hiring Imlie was probably the greatest of them all. Imlie just understood him, knew what he needed or wanted without any prompting, and always did everything asked, exceeding all expectations, with a smile on her face. She was the most efficient person he knew after himself, not that he would ever admit to such a thing much to her ire, but they both knew for a fact Aryan would be completely lost without her.

Anyways, getting back to the crux of his ordeal, he had called her to discuss a file she had worked on fully expecting her usual cheery greeting of 'Good Morning Sir!' not the groggy 'morning baby' he had received in its stead. He realized Imlie was entitled to a private life, he fully did. He was always impressed how she never let her personal problems interfere with her work and admittedly he had called her early on her day off. But still, who the hell was this 'baby', and better yet, why the hell did he care so much?!

-O-

PART 1

Aryan was irritated. Irritated was of course a gross understatement but at the moment he did not have the time to consider exactly what he was feeling.

It all started with a phone call this morning, to his Personal Assistant's assistant. Even he saw the humor and redundancy in an assistant needing an assistant but honestly if they didn't get his PA, Sundar, some help, the poor fellow would have ultimately suffered a nervous breakdown. Sundar was highly capable but between catering to Aryan whims, doing his bidding, and the job he was hired to do -let's just say Aryan refused to be held accountable for a man's early demise. Hence an assistant for Sundar was promptly hired. Aryan liked to think he has had a significant number of great ideas in the past but if he was being honest, hiring Imlie was probably the greatest of them all. Imlie just understood him, knew what he needed or wanted without any prompting, and always did everything asked, exceeding all expectations, with a smile on her face. She was the most efficient person he knew after himself, not that he would ever admit to such a thing much to her ire, but they both knew for a fact Aryan would be completely lost without her.

Anyways, getting back to the crux of his ordeal, he had called her to discuss a file she had worked on fully expecting her usual cheery greeting of 'Good Morning Sir!' not the groggy 'morning baby' he had received in its stead. He realized Imlie was entitled to a private life, he fully did. He was always impressed with how she never let her personal problems interfere with her work and admittedly he had called her early on her day off. But still, who the hell was this 'baby', and better yet, why the hell did he care so much?!

-O-

Arpita and Narmadadidn't know what to make of Aryan's weird (even for him)  behaviour. He had been short with everyone all day and was strangely pacing whilst alternating between muttering to himself and glaring at the cell phone on his bed.

'Do you think he finally cracked under the pressure?' Arpita asked worriedly to her mum.

'Maybe something happened at work...' Narmada started but stopped when Aryan abruptly turned and closed the door rudely, shutting both herself and Arpita out. Arpita was speechless, Aryan always pulled shit like this on her but never their mother. There must be a really big problem, she thought as she ushered Narmada away.

-O-

Imlie was on high alert Monday morning before office. She had gotten a call over the weekend from Arpita, her boss' sister, venting how her brother had finally 'lost all his marbles, the few that he had remaining' in Arpita's words. She was worried Aryan would be upset with her also since she missed his call but in her defense she had tried to reach him multiple times afterwards with no luck. She didn't take Arpita's words too seriously as the latter was prone to exaggeration when it came to her spats with her brother but it never hurt to be cautious, Aryan did tend to be a moody individual.

As she entered the building, she could hear the furious whispering amongst the other employees, the kind that could only be associated with their temperamental boss. Damn, she thought, Arpita was right, Aryan was in one of his moods. After putting her things away at her desk Imlie made her way to Aryan's office and sent up a quick prayer to any deity willing to listen, bracing herself to enter the dragon's den. Just then the office had suddenly grown eerily quiet and from the corner of her eye, she caught her co-worker signaling something. Due to the distraction, she did not realize that the door was being pushed open from the other side.

She could only watch in horror as the door came flying towards her face and mutter a curse as she fell. If the office was quiet before it was empty of sound now with the exception of Imlie. The employees watched Aryan rush towards Imlie's crumpled form on the floor. She had her hands covering her face and was moaning in pain. As he pulled her hands away, Aryan could only watch in abject horror at all the blood covering Imlie's face.

Her "baby" is what got him so irritated.

He banged the door on her face?

Who answered her phone? Looks like it was not her.

Lovely start please continue. Can’t wait see what happens 👍🏼

Oh my dear god 😳😲

He broke her nose 😟🥺

Please update soon, quite eager to know what happens next.