PURCHASED HIS (IMMERGED HIS BOOK SERIES #2)

7: Stalker.

Maya.

"Intern!!" I heard a huge yelling, when I couldn't help but come out of zoned out head. I can't stop myself from thinking about what happened today morning.

"Are you here to work or sitting down??" The braid man, who's name I leaned on Ritvik. Asked me.

"Yes." I answered, absent minded.

"Yes what? You are her to sit down?" He asked me. While I shooked my head in denial. And instantly stood.

"Good then. Go and bring us some coffee we are tired." He ordered me. "Take the company card from register and bring seven latte and three Americano and also two muffins, register what you brought on counter and then come back. Understand?" He asked me, teaching me of how the card system works here. "Don't forget to mention anything or you will have to pay for it with your own income." He warned turning back to do his own job. While I stood and walked out, with the card from the register. Coming out, I was still thinking about the letter.

Am I thinking too much? Is this usually just normal?

What's this gaze on my back?

I felt some weird wariness behind my back, making me instantly turn to look at what I was thinking and feeling about?

Again and again. There is no one. But I feel there is someone.

Is this because I am overreacting? Where did he got my name? He must have asked Mr.Shroff, where did he got my address? He must have taken it from desk. They can not disclose my information but he was looking close to the boss, so it might be possible right?

Yes. Stop over thinking.

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Handing over the last coffee, I turned to sit back on my desk. "Intern!" Someone again asked for me. Of the forties woman, Mrs. Mehra. "Yes?" I replied going towards her.

"Yes?" I asked her.

"Are you good and fast at typing?" She asked me, when I nodded.

"Better then average. I have had courses." I told her, when she nodded and stood.

"Take a pen, pad, recorder and your laptop. Also bring the camera. We might need to take pictures of inspiration." She said, when I nodded, taking things from my desk and camera from the item room. Coming out, she checked on the things.

"Good. We have to meet a costumer now. So be prepared. This is first time for you. So take in the chance, see and observes on points. Also if, you want you can text me the questions you want to ask, I will ask them to the client. Understood?" She taught me and asked me. I nodded and told her that I did understood.

"Good! Now go and take the company car's key from the registration. We will leave in five minutes.

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"Who is the client??" I asked her, when she was looking at nowhere, trying to find someone.

"You don't know him. He is a very close friend if Mr.Shroff. and very frequent client at the company. That half of employees are practically friends with him." She told when a man in suit came approaching towards us, he looked at both of us.

"Mr. Kapoor is at his office. Waiting for you both." He said, showing us the way towards the men's office. We both want inside the elevator reaching towards the top floor.  Directly entering his office. Where only the coded people with there finger can open the elevator's door.

Coming inside, we went towards the man.

The drunk stalker.

My steps halted, when I saw his face while he was looking at Mrs.Mehra, positioning his tie. He smiled, and Mrs.Mehra extended for handshake when he reciprocated.

"Hello, Thanks for putting your trust back to our company. We are glad to serve you again." She coyly spoke. When he just passed a twitched smile. Then looking at me, who was still standing at the door. Shocked. And scared.

He is a creep.

"I'm sure you are not gonna ask me what I want in my event from there?" He asked me, getting me out from my frozen sculpture. When I shooked my head and walked towards Mrs.Mehra, sitting at the chair beside her. When he gestured me too.

"Okay, so we won't take your time. Let me begin with the questions." Mrs.Mehra, said, asking him questions. Occasionally I had to keep them down on my pad on type on my computer.
The pad parts were just the few important and crucial elements.  While the typing part were his whole statements. It was for effective working pattern. Or to think what Mrs.Mehra said in the car. It was just to look cool. Because the real work was done by recorder. I don't have to pay much in writing. Even it miss on some words it doesn't matter. But the way I wanted to get lost in the laptop was so hard for me to hold back on myself.

When most of her questions were already out, I started to think about more questions I wanted to ask, if he was not a creep. So I went in my phone typing the questions, texting her.

As soon as she was done, she looked at the text when I looked out from the laptop from first time. I was curious here because this was my first time doing and mentioning my words.

I have mentioned some past parts. So I hope it doesn't gets out of hand.

"So, Mr. Kapoor, what made you think that you wanted to build hotel chains and not other businesses?" She asked when he chuckled, he looked at her phone. And then me.

"If she wants to ask the question. She I'll ask. She has her own mouth." He said, as he stood, taking his chair walking over from his side, to beside mine. Keeping his chair, right beside me.

I was shocked, so was Mrs.Mehra. he gave a playful smile. As he gestured me to proceed.

Coming closer.

"You can ask now."