My Strong Secretary (Riansh ff)

Chapter 8

Riddhima

This is real shit. I am freaking dead, I am freaking stupid and I hate to admit, I messed up big.

Who knew that six-year-old brat would blurt every freaking thing about being saved by a superhero like Black Widow or something like that.

I swear if I knew this was going to happen than I would have never saved that girl.

Again, did I have a choice? Absolutely no. I couldn't ignore any cries of any regular normal.

And surely, the floor is going to crack any moment because I was continuously pacing up and down.
Hell! How am I going to escape? 'Oh gods in heaven please save me from this!' I cried in agony.

My hair was a mess, I ran my hands through it for, I don't know how many times.

Wait? Where is my smarty pants conscience to suggest me what to do and what not.

Wow, so selfish! It comes out only when it wants to ruin my mood.

See, not here, right?

That is it! I am not going office tomorrow! Decided.

Wait, I can't, I have to save a certain someone from trouble.

Damned luck! I hate it when all bad happens together and I still have to face the world, no matter how much I want to curl up in a corner and cry.

Because I had responsibilities.

I am just waiting for when all this will stop and when I will shut myself down from the world.

I have to talk to the little girl right now-

A call interrupted my internal battle.

The ID was unknown but I was actually waiting for it to happen.

With shaky and sweaty hands, I clamped the mobile and answered the call. "Hello" I tried to be as calm as possible regarding the situation being contrary.

Hell, all my body is shaking!

"Hello, are you interested in our company's credit card-" What?! Are you serious? Really?! What on freaking earth?!

Is this really the time for this kind of calls?

"Shut the hell up! Is this a frigging time for calling!" I hung the call up.

I was getting scared for no reason...?

And another call came, and I picked it up.

Me being me, yelled thinking it was the same dude, "I said, I am not interested in your stupid credit cards!"

"Is this Riddhima Hariprasad? We are from the crime branch of Mumbai and we are certainly not sellers of credit cards" the person on the other side spoke.

If awkward was a person it would be me.

If awkward is what they call being stupid, idiot and blabbermouth at the same time, it would be this.

"Uh.. I am sorry.. There was a call from.. You understand, ok how can I help?" I said totally not knowing what to make of a sentence.

"We understand, we wanted to enquire about the child being saved and all, if you know it" A male person spoke.

"Yeah, I watched it in the news, but is it really true, I mean the picture of the kidnapper literally showed that he was basically being thrown in front of a truck, it was gruesome, and how can a girl do it for a fact, uh.." I have this weird habit of speed talking while I am nervous.