Shrivansh Mehta
I can’t believe the company did this to me. I have worked my ass off to become the head management accountant for the last 5 years. I can’t let a random person come from some other country and start sharing my power like it’s nothing. Only I decide where the funds go and no-one can cross question my decisions. I walk out the board room in rage. I reach my office and open my laptop to check the name of the HMA of the Indian Unit. I press the power button. The screen is still black. I press it again. Nothing. I look for the charger in my bag. Goddamit I forgot it at home. I can’t work without my laptop, I need to rent a charger for the day from the electronics shop downstairs. I walk out of my office in a hurry. I take a right turn and a girl bumps into me and some liquid spills all over my blazer. I smell something. Is that vodka? Did she bring vodka in a water bottle? And didn’t even bother to put a cap over it? Is she serious? She stands still with a shocked expression. Her eyes staring at my spoiled blazer. She is not even interested in apologising! I can’t take this anymore. I’m already half buried in sand. Someone is coming to sabotage my position and all that I can do is ‘adjust to it’, that’s what the board had said.
“Fotze” I curse her in German and walk past her. Now I’ll have to drive for forty-five minutes to go home and change.
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