Once Upon A Mr. Goody Two Shoes

Chapter 8.

We hadn't complained. Abeer  had been unsure. Maya had threatened to defame him, and if not delicately handled, the matter would go out of hand and definitely in Maya's favor. I didn't know delicacy, but I sure knew to read between lines. I read between Abeer's hesitancy. Going to the authorities meant trusting your luck way more than we could afford. Abeer had grudgingly suggested to wait a tad longer and formulate a feasible plan before doing anything. I had agreed just as begrudgingly. But that didn't mean I was happy where we were. I wasn't really keen on letting Maya be anywhere near him and make him more miserable than he already was. 

I was waiting for the good news to flood in my very moody and anxiety filled days when it finally arrived next week. I was working in my cabin on a Wednesday morning when I heard an impatient knock. 

"Come -" I was interrupted by a squeal. "Natasha, what are you doing?" I asked her, shocked. She had barged into my cabin, her eyes wide with excitement. 

"Did you hear the news?" She whispered scandalously. 

"What news?" I sighed as I opened the file I had shut previously. Natasha was a gossip queen, if it wasn't as plain as day already. While gossip was something I did indulge in, office hours weren't exactly ideal for those. But Natasha had other plans today. She took the file from my desk and shut it, plopping herself down on the nearby chair. 

"Aashi, it's big news! Maya got transferred!" Natasha squealed again, clapping her hands in glee. That got my attention.

"Transferred? When?" I questioned her. 

"Yesterday. When she didn't show up today morning, we rang her. Her cell phone was switched off, and when we went to her desk, all her stuff was gone! You can imagine our shock at that! We went to check with the HR, and he informed us that she was transferred to another branch. Seriously!" She gesticulated, her arms flying. 

"And that isn't even the MAIN story!" She lowered her voice, her tone scandalous. "The HR's assistant told us why she was transferred in such a hurried fashion. Apparently Miss Spidery-long-legs -"

Oh, I just love Natasha!

"- had been harassing Mr. Sen. You know, the hunk. He even showed us the proof! Like seriously, could the witch be anymore of a witch?" If it weren't for Natasha, I would've had a pretty good minute dancing around the cabin. 

But Natasha wasn't finished. "The HR Head was pretty tight-lipped about the entire situation. Like, you know, the poor boy was so much into our pretty receptionist. But his assistant was of much help. He showed us everything. That witch had sent Abeer sir lipstick-kissed documents! Can you imagine that?" She exclaimed and slouched on the chair, huffing out loud.

I knew the grin on my face wasn't gonna go anytime soon. I couldn't imagine the relief Abeer must be experiencing right now. Natasha soon left my cabin, way too excited to wait for a reply from me.

I picked up my phone, ready to type in a message to Abeer, when I paused. It didn't feel right to wish him via text. I was itching to meet Abeer, and...do nothing. I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't know what to do with him. Just...shake hands? Pat his back? Wish him? But it isn't like it is his birthday. 

When is his birthday, though? I shook my head, willing myself to focus. 

It was a mess. But I wasn't as concerned about it as I should be. My focus was to see him. Smile. Be relieved.

And why was that necessary! Goddammit!

I sat cooped up in my cabin till lunch time. It was unlike me, but I was determined not to leave my haven until it was time. I was being patient. What has the world come to?