What Lies Beneath

Chapter 13

Misha jumped in nervousness as her manager raised her voice at her. She didn't know what was happening to her but she felt like crying. A part of her wanted to blame everything on Ishaan at first but then a part of her started feeling guilty out of nowhere, maybe she's the one incapable who couldn't even complete a mere file on time.

Uncertain, she finally spoke, "Sorry ma'am, I could not complete the file."

Natasha slammed the pen down on table before throwing her back on the chair. Hands crossing against her chest she looked at Misha with distaste on her face and scoffed loudly.

"What a disappointment you are. I can't believe you got recommended from the CEO for this job. I had least thought you would be capable enough to submit a small file on time but I didn't know, I could be proven wrong."

She rolled her eyes, feeling irked. "Now what should I do to you? Tell sir about your performance or prepare a file to fire you!?"

Misha looked above in her eyes with shock, her face which was once holding sadness was now holding concern in it. She can't let this matter go astray around Shubh anyhow. She's ready to endure her humiliation but cannot let him feel ashamed because of her. So, she initiated indiscreetly.

"Ma'am I'll give you the file with all the corrections by this evening no matter what. I'm sorry I couldn't complete them on time but please give me one last chance ma'am, I won't disappoint you this time."

Natasha rose her back from the chair and leaned on the table, raising a brow.

"Oh really? How can you guarantee?"

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Misha rushed out from the cabin holding her chest and shut the door behind her. Releasing a puff of breath out, she leaned on the door and breathed deeply.

"That was bad. I almost got myself killed."

Sighing, she walked out from the office gallery back to her cubicle on another floor and sat anxiously on the chair. Rolling it up to the desk, she pant for a while before looking at her workspace for a moment. A computer in the center and files surrounding it from every corner made her feel even more anxious than before.

"Fuck! Why did I say that!?"

Neel's pen almost fell from his grip when he heard her seatmate not only talk after a full half day, but also curse and yell at the same time. He glared at her fearfully before mumbling under his breath.

"Has she gone bipolar today?"

No one, not a single soul in their group can predict Neel's way of analysing things. By the looks he was giving to Misha, Aadila's sight fell upon them indecisively and she pushed her chair to move near him, now glaring both of them skeptically.

"What happened?"

"She cursed." Neel informed.

"At you?" She frowned.

"No, at someone else, at something." He glitched.

Aadila shrunk her face in confusion, not able to understand what he was saying and glanced at Misha, who sat now while holding her head with both her hands resting on the table. Her fingers curled into fists as she pulled her hair from the scalp tightly. Aadila flinched seeing the amount of pressure Misha was putting on her head and gazed at her with concern. She looked distressed suddenly, unaware that both of them were staring at her in a judging way.

Eventually, Misha let go of her hair and swirled exasperatedly. Watching the two of them gazing at her with weird expressions, she startled for a mini second before mustering finally.