Shiv looked down, tears welling up in her eyes. All she could hear was the, now horrible–sound of the paper shredder. There went her two years of blood, sweat and tears, there went her late nights and all of that the school taught her. All her ten designs she worked for years were now shredded like they meant nothing.
And what determined it should be nothing was the hot-headed obnoxious Mr Shergill. Was he right–wasn't even a question. It had been ridiculous and completely unnecessary.
She shivered with just a mere look at those sweet nothings. With the horrible sound now gone, she heard the many shuffling of feet, who all came to watch her demise. She was barely holding everything in, for the sake of keeping face, her colleagues could be brutal if they sense weakness.
The room became quiet. Her high shoulders slumped. Finally, she was left alone with the disintegration of her career. No, she wasn't alone. Her eyes fell on that huge figure, occupying the entirety of the room. A new surge of something like fury touched her core, the hatred so strong that she almost didn't believe it was within her. She could never hate anyone. And yet, here she was, eyes blazing with fire, her nails digging into her palms.
It wasn't even her fault. She was frustrated because she could do nothing about it. She knew it was one of her best sketches, because she knew how bad she could do and he tossed them out without a second glance.
It had started as a normal day. The anticipation of the week had kept her anxious. Every new employee in the company was given an offer: show your ideas and take the project. It was the D-day. She was the last person to meet Mr Shergill. Maya, his assistant liked to do things alphabetically, it always put Shiv on the last spot. Sometimes she felt Maya did it on purpose, but she also knew she wouldn't–Maya was sweet and friendly. So she sat on the waiting chair, preparing what to say, she felt sleepy and decided to sip some coffee before the big meet. It can be said that things didn't go well after that.
She was a minute late and Mr Shergill was standing outside his office. He gave her one look and made his decision.
"Everyone," his voice boomed around the office. "This should be a warning to every person who thinks we accept slackers." Shiv looked around and sure enough people gathered around them. Mr Shergill snatched her sketches from her hand and entered his office. Shiv after him, and the others stood outside, still watching. There were rounds of shocked gasps that travelled around Shiv: he put the papers inside the paper shredder.
Now, she stood seething at the absurdity of everything. It was a power play. Unjustified.
"Tomorrow," she focused on his insolent voice. "Be on time Miss Mathur." She looked up at Mr Shergill, he wasn't even looking at her. She gulped down the urge to fight him and instead walked away but the fire in her eyes still blazed with fury.
Shiv left his office in anger. She didn't look back, so she didn't know that Mr Shergill had watched her the entire way across the lounge, to the elevator, until she disappeared.
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Romance"Miss Mathur," he said, voice laced in amusement, "it didn't look like you were ignoring me," Shiv could feel the heat travel all the way through her neck to her face. She cleared her throat, "Aren't you tired of looking at my face." "I'm a man of p...
