Suit And Surrender

the battle B/W mind and body

I sighed and closed my laptop, unable to concentrate on work because today the new boss would call me for one on one discussion. This is what he had been doing since the morning, now it was the turn of the management department. My now colleague Mr. Rahul, who was my boss before the promotion, just stormed out of Mr. Rathod's cabin. And to say he was angry would be an understatement, He was fuming with anger.

I was so glad he got criticized, he deserved it. He was the worst boss I ever had.
He once called me from my cubicle to his office, just to give him an energy drink from the fridge so his hand would not be wet.

Can you imagine!!

As good as he was with work, his habits of staring, his lewd comments, and his indecent behavior were unbearable. He even tried to touch a few girls here. Fortunately for him, it was not me, good for him otherwise he would have known his place. Though none of the girls reported anything to HR.the one thing we need to change was The Policies.

Whatever I had heard from my colleagues who got a chance to hear from Mr. Rathod, no he didn't praise any of them. He fired some, he rebuked others, some lucky people got a chance to hear,
'for the duration of time you are working, the work you have done is good.'
or
'your work is bearable.'
or
There are not big mistakes you had done so far but I can see that you can do better than this.'

He sucked at complimenting people.

I went outside to stretch my leg and saw everyone was silent and was doing their work sincerely, This was new here because there had always been three or four people laughing, talking on the phone, or gossiping here and there.
All the credit went to Mr. Rathod's class with Feniji yesterday and the personal class he took today with half of the employees.

I went to the ladies' room, studying my appearance in the mirror, the white silk shirt, and black pants hugged my body as a newborn monkey does to its mother.

Would Rathod like this look?

The question popped into my mind before I could stop myself, and then an irritating blush crept up around my cheeks and neck.

Wait, it would not matter If he likes the look or not.

"Hello ma'am, good morning."

A girl who recently joined the management as an intern said while looking at me from a mirror, she was rearranging her curly hair.

"you can call me Aarna,"

"Liza right?" I asked.

"Wow, how do you know?"

"I read the file of every intern and new joinee."

"It's a really hard task to pull all the strands of curly hair in a bun." She said with irritation.

I agree with her on this because Divya has curly hair.

"But you have done a great job." I washed my hand.

"Thank you, have you heard a girl got fired? I don't know her name, I tried to have a conversation with her but she dismissed me rudely. You know the one who always makes fun of others."

' Ohh... She is Rashika.' I replied to her while keeping my hand under the drier. How can I not recognize her? From day one she had made fun of my clothes, my style, and my work habits, and in return I gave her the cold shoulder.

Come on, I have a great sense of fashion.
I would not let anyone's opinions affect me otherwise.

"She deserved it, was not doing anything other than cutting the corners."
She put a hand on her mouth,