PURCHASED HIS (IMMERGED HIS BOOK SERIES #2)

4. Introducing.

MAYA.

I turned to look at the group of girls whispering and murmuring, the running situation calmed a little when we heard that the client cancelled  the meeting because they had to go somewhere else. And Mrs.Ahuja was boxing her stuff in a carry bag and cartoon she bought from prop room.

The girls and the braid man were talking about her only,

I couldn't stand there selfish behaviour, so I turned to Mrs.Ahuja, "Do you want any help?" I asked her, when she looked up at me. And then shooked her head in denial. "No need." She responded, and put the last frame on the cubical in her box. Her cubical was at the centre. When the Mr.Shroff again approached inside, everyone silent. He again looked around all the garbage on the floor. "Since Mrs.Ahuja is out, we will have a new team head. Any one of you. Will be it. So be prepared. Be in your best behaviour." He announced, everyone excited. "And also. Are the new designs ready? If so, send them in my room. Or if not, report to HR department. " He again threatened,

Leaving us all shunned, but this time no body were as hectic behaving as before. As if everything was already done. Why were they all late just ten minutes before Mrs.Ahuja got fired?

The woman in her forties who approached me for finding the samples came in centre.

"Who is going to summit this designs to Mr.Shroff?" She asked, when the clattering mouth here were silent. And then the one who asked me to stick the boxes turned to look at me. Waiting for a brief moment and yelled, "Intern! He won't shout at the girl who just came first day?" She suggested, and everyone agreed, the forties coming towards me with three files.

"Explain him the details and what are the best point." She came closer, trying to intimate me. "Make sure he accepts this one. If not. The internship will be really hard for you." Her threatening voice and eyes, both were nerve wracking. I couldn't say no. So I took the files from her hand. And turned.

"I don't know his office room." I remembered, and asked everyone but they all were so consumed in doing pointless things that no one replied, sighing, I had to go and make it and do it myself.

After carefully searching for his office by following the location board, I was already on the last second floor, I looked around the complicated hallway and then finally saw the CEO office. A smile curling up, marking my victory. I walked towards his office.

The white glass door with scattered pattern on the glass, it was beautiful as well as the lily painting beside the door, taking a deep breath. I knocked when I heard his response of come in.

Twisting the nob, I entered but there was already someone sitting inside. "I can come later if you are busy?" I asked , concluding that he must be busy. But he denied.

So I took my steps inside, walking in when the men on sit pivoted. He was the drunk man from club. I instantly took my eyes away from him, and throwed it back on Mr. Shroff.

And thankfully, it seems he doesn't recognize me. Well, the amount he was drunk on, it's even hard for people to be alive at that rate.

"Designs?" He asked me, making me turn to focus on him rather then the painting of a partially naked woman is that? Of a flower? Was it just mixture of paints? But the naked woman was too clear to be flower.

"Yes, sir." I gave him a nod, handing him the file.

She asked me explain the details to him. So along with file, I walked towards the desk. "Sir, this are the authentic stage design for performing piano. It's insipired from the third year music awards at Germany and the violin art at Russian theater." I began with the details that I had prepared so had a little knowledge of. "The designs are detailed from very tiny to very big and effective patterns. With giving the lively texture." I said referring to the tiny designs prints attached to the file.

"And the whole set up will be the first Indian stage to be held in three story flooring." I remarked the last line. When giving a understanding nod he swiped the pages, paying careful evaluation at each.

"Your new here?" He asked while surveying the first stage of the ground flooring.

"Yes sir," I timidly replied. My the corner of my eyes, I tried to sneak look at the drunk man, who was scrolling through his phone.

"Permanent?" He again asked me, when I shooked my head, "Actually. Internship." His last look on the third file began.

"What's your name?" He continued his investigation, "Maya." I said as I looked at the last bit of designs he was carefully looking at, nodding he handed me the files back. "Maya, when there is a glue sticked on your finger while working. Use unglue oil to remove it."

Right! He helped me with the chair sticked to my finger. I half bowed, "And the design is approved, give the files to the prop team, they will create the set pieces and then give one copy to budget team. You may leave." I gave him a leaving bow. And turned to walk out of the door.

"Did you went home fine yesterday day?" I heard the drunk man's voice.

Was he asking me? Or Mr.Shroff?"

I opened the door, believing in was for Mr.Shroff.

"Rude for you to leave without responding?" I heard his remark again, glued to my steps again. I turned to look at the man.

"Sorry, I thought you were asking Mr.Shroff." I answered him, when he stood and started to walk towards me. One step close and then another. After and after. Till he was one feet away from me. He went for my hand, making me shock and protective mode on,

But then he kept some cash on my hand. "For dry-cleaning." He explained, and folded my hand with the cash in it.