Sinful

nonchalance

"Fuck," I yell (internally) as I look away from my screen for the fourth time in an hour. The office is dull (nothing unusual) with people trying to get work done while doing the bare minimum. The customer service team with their not so quite giggles and the backend team staring away at their phones, I feel quite out of place. This is not it.

2 weeks into this office and I just find a new reason to get out of it every day. This can't be my career or even a part of it. This is not where I belong. These people can never be my colleagues. But they are. At least for now.

I didn't finish my high school from Stanford University for this.

"Just few more days" , I tell myself as I go on to stare at the screen and continue reading my e-book. I am unsurprisingly fast for this firm and since I do not wish to do more work just because I can, I read.

I tune out pretty much everything. There's nothing much that intrigues me here. Except, there is one, maybe two or three things. One is Gary, who since the trip has been acting kinda weird.

He looks at me, spins his chair, taps Lily on the shoulder, murmurs something in her ear, she looks at me smiling apologetically and then whisper some more. I look at them, smile and get back to work since it's no use asking. Gary has assured me he isn't saying anything bad. But I don't care if it's bad, I just want to know what it is.

I have a vague idea though. Gary has started finding me beautiful and that's what he has been giggling about.

I started hanging out with them more after the trip, I mean spending the breaks, obviously. Now out of liking instead of obligation.

The other intriguing part of this office is the gossip. Till now I was a spectator of the office gossip but now I am a part of it. There's the trip to thank for. But I have reprimanded myself from thinking any more about the trip. So I get back to relating to Sylvia Plath and waiting for the clock to hit 5.

As I look up to wish the board of director who was passing by me, my eyes stop at something, at someone.

I couldn't care less but he had quite a presence. He was moving around in the office, had a meeting with the bosses and swerved his long hair wherever he went.

His slim body was covered with an oversized black sweatshirt, but it failed to hide his muscular shoulders. People would always come in the office for meetings, so I assumed he wouldn't come back. But he did.