Making all the wrong choices they ever had,
to end up being Royally Trapped.
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❛ Why are you acting this way? ❜
❛ I feel infuriated.❜
❛ And why is that so? ❜
❛ Because I can't figure out if I should scream at you or have you screaming for me.❜
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"You think that some heavy metal pieces in his coffee would choke him to death?"
"You aren't considering that ridiculous idea, are you?"
On normal days my answer would have been an instant yes, but today my answer takes a millisecond as I let Sana holler over my suggestion and yet I reply with the utmost sincere face ever known to mankind.
"I am truly considering." My response not only has her laughing but also swatting away my glass of coffee and taking huge gulps from it.
I have been in this company for four whole bad years now, the boss is rude, the HR has a serious problem with my habitation and people look at me like I am that artificial fountain that often adorns the gates of a huge palace. The only reason I am still bearing the burden of this slavery is because the pay is good.
After I finished my MBA, I wanted to learn the ropes of a multinational company. A close look into the workings would have only given me a good head start for the business I have outlined for myself. In a year, I would have the needed funds and would hopefully run out of this hell hole like my ass is on fire.
Now only one more year till I have to face this machine, that calls himself my boss and just a year more for managing his schedule throughout the day.
He knows about my plan and no matter how much I dislike working here, even he has a calendar marking that counts until my day of departure. So feelings are mutual.
"It's already 8 AM, he will be gracing us with his presence soon." She reminds me, my gaze automatically searching the table clock I had kept on my table but I am awarded with just an austere view of scattered papers all over.
"The devils always arrive late, you can rest a little more before he sends down a pile of paperwork to the finance team. You are already overworked, babe." I yawn and rub my eyes hard.
I hate waking up early, but this job came with its gruesome conditions. The secretary has to be on time, and before the CEO arrives.
"But this devil wears Prada and is certainly on time. As. Always."
Speak of the demon and he arrives, I crane my neck to face my boss who looks the same way he does every other day. Disappointed.
"And that's my cue to leave. Will see you at lunch." Sana waves off. I stand gathering my iPad and some files before following him inside his cabin. I keep the files on his desk, before opening his today's schedule on my tab.
