—The Shock—
You know that feeling when your mother wakes you up early in the morning, screams at you to get ready so you won't be late for school. But, you are adamant and not ready to increase your pace, reluctant to go to school because you know you have not done your homework.
You are afraid of going to school because you fear that one tyrant teacher, who will make your whole day in school hell because you forgot to do his/her subject's work.
You simply try everything to avoid going to school and swore to yourself that you will complete your homework in future, diligently and regularly. But still, when your mother sends you to school, the whole way you pray for things like the teacher being absent, teacher forgetting about the homework, the whole school burning down and so on.
Well, I am that student right now because I am pretty much in the same situation. I am trying every other possible antic to save myself from visiting the new boss. But, nothing seems to be working. I tried my best to get myself some work and get busy, hoping that by some magic, I won't have to meet the new C.E.O. Maybe he will have some meeting and forget about me, but nothing is working.
Axel after five minutes came out of his room and commanded me to go to his office, into the tyrant's territory.
"What are you doing here? Just go and meet him!" For the first time, Axel practically almost shouted at me.
"I don't want to. wh-what if he fires me?!" The only thought of getting fired had my palms sweating.
"Nothing and I tell you nothing wrong is going to happen. You are not going to get fired. Get over your paranoia and head towards his office. Go!" His voice had a finality. I tried saying something but closed my mouth instantly when I saw his dark expressions.
I turned around and started walking towards the elevator, I could feel Axel's eyes on me, he definitely didn't trust me with this, well I don't blame him. In a two minutes walk to the elevator, the thought of running out of this building came to my mind like 20 times!
I could feel some of my co-workers giving me a sympathetic look, I ignored them because I don't sympathy. It is not like their sympathy will save my ass from getting fired. I entered the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor.
I was hoping for this elevator to stuck in middle, or suddenly fire alarm going on or anything that would save me from this visit. I know, maybe I am just overreacting but the truth is my instincts told me that this meeting with the Boss is going to be bad. Something is wrong, something bad is going to happen.
I trust my instincts, I know I am in for some trouble, if not a lot.
I reached the top floor, I was nervous because I was not familiar with it. It was my first time here. The unfamiliarity with the floor only worsened my position. I had no idea about what this floor looked like or felt like. I walked out of the elevator and well..this floor is..normal..nothing exceptional really. It was plain white like the rest of the office. Boring.
Painted White and Grey like most of the building, a desk for receptionist or secretary which was...well empty. And the huge wooden door, bearing a sign in which the words 'C.E.O' were carved boldly on a golden plate. I gently knocked on the door four times, as was my typical.
"Come In." It was different from most of the "Come ins" I've heard in my life. The voice held authority, command, firmness, arrogance...and a sort of familiarity, all at once.
I pushed in the door, and for the first time, set the foot in C.E.O's office. The moment, I opened the door I was hit by a very strong but pleasant scent. I looked around and was astonished to see the office. It was not white but grey, a very nice shade of grey, in fact. Some parts of the room were painted in metallic grey. The office looked modern and everything there looked like brand new.
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