My Strong Secretary (Riansh ff)

Chapter 6

Riddhima

Ok, I am dead. I repeat I am dead. Screw you! Why did he have to come here.

"What is happening here?!" his voice boomed through the pathway while walking.

He was definitely beyond angry. Seeing me with Kabir, it is basically going to get my job on stake.

I worked for him for like two years, I am so digging my own grave.

He was much near, trying to look at anything but him, I found out most of the people were staring at us with bewilderment.

I could pretty much predict what they would be thinking. There he was walking with his O' so great form.

Why? Why? I looked back and saw a baffled Kabir. I predict that two things would be going on in his mind.

1. How did a harmless girl like me, please note the humour, harm him with a gentle squeeze. If he knew.

2. Who is this man? Shouting like a maniac.

All in all the date cum dinner was all in chaos and mess.

He stopped just in front of me. His face held so much anger, hell my job is dead. I can pretty much predict this.

'Hey! Give me an excuse!' I shouted at my conscience.

'What excuse? I do not know any' my brain shouted back. This sucks.

'Seriously, none?!' I asked almost scared.

'Hey, stupid, you took a day off which was granted, due to personal events, right?' my brave conscious stated.

'Hell, what can I say? You are stupid' my cautious one spoke up.

I was a little too caught up in the conversation with my brain, I actually did not notice Mr. Perfectionist drilling holes in my head, through glares.

How am I going to handle him? Oh wait, I took a day off.

"What time is it?" he asked more like threatened, I beamed with confidence "Half hour to eight" I replied.

He did not seem to budge "What are you doing here during the office hours? There are rules about not to date or even move out during office hours, is not it?" he asked.

"Yes that is-" I was cut off by his booming voice "Exactly, so what on earth are you doing here?" his anger on the level, about to blast.

I was one heck of a scared woman right now, "Sir, had I not taken a day off?" I asked, my confidence vivid while talking.

He paused and gave it a thought, his body immediately stiffened, yeah, he remembers.

"Had you not given me the permission?" I asked with raised eyebrows, he looked so shocked, I actually wanted to laugh at him.

"Did you finish all your work?" I nodded "About the event preparation?" I nodded "The meetings with Gucci?" I nodded "T-the files on the five companies I han-" I cut him off "I have done all of it" he planned on saying something but before he could "and your schedule is all done for two consecutive weeks" I ended with a smile.

Wait, was he stuttering?

Well, well, well, what can I say? Umm....
Yeah! Pay back's a bitch.

Take that Mr. Vansh Raisinghania.

"I know you finished all your work!" he probably shouted at me.

He knows? Why is he asking?

He was visibly shuddering and anger was evitable in his eyes.