Annika gazed up at the enormous structure towering in front of her. The building was much more majestic and the area more spacious than the land that the Oberoi Group of Industries occupied. Annika stepped into the premises, eyeing the lavish interiors of the building with a sense of familiarity.
Shaking her head, she walked towards the receptionist, and smiled. "Hi, I'm Annika. I had an appointment scheduled for twelve today."
The receptionist looked up at her with a bored expression before scribbling something on a sticky note folded in half and passing it to her.
Annika glanced down at it: 23rd floor, 2nd conference room on the left from the other end of the building.
She turned to thank the receptionist only to realise that she'd already tuned Annika out and was currently watching something on her phone.
Annika rolled her eyes: aaj kal ke bacche.
She followed the instructions as written on the paper and waited patiently as the elevator moved up the floors. Once it pinged and opened up into the twenty third floor, she got off, clutching her file closer to her chest and gripping the tote bag tightly.
She walked forward, for perhaps nearly a minute—— she truly had never seen such a huge establishment——— before stopping in front of a glass door which swung open automatically. Her eyes widened, as she stepped inside, to be greeted by the sight of eight men in formal suits.
"Mrs. Oberoi!" A man with salt and pepper hair and a jovial smile greeted her. "I'm Sameer. Sameer Raichand." He extended a hand which she shook tentatively. "Please, have a seat."
She sat at the end of the table, the tears inside her brain turning as she tried to place where she had seen the man before—— Sameer Raichand seemed awfully familiar.
"Mrs. Oberoi——" a man with a clean shaven face, who looked to be about Rudra's age, began.
"Annika," she interrupted him. He looked at her, disgruntled at having been interrupted. "I do not wish the Oberoi surname to have an effect on how you treat me as an employee, should ai be hired."
The young man rolled his eyes. "Please," he scoffed. "You're Shivaay Singh Oberoi's wife, and that's all you'll ever be."
"Raj!" Sameer Raichand's jovial face had morphed into a scowl. "Be quiet! Tameez se baat karo! Badi hain tumse!" He winced, smiling apologetically at Annika, "I apologise Mrs. Ober—— erm, Ms. Annika."
"Aap mujhse maafi maat maangiyega Sir. Main aapse choti hoon." She shook her head with a kind smile.
"Regardless," Sameer waved her off. "If a member of my board treats you as such, it is my responsibility to ensure they are reminded of their mannerisms." He rested his chin on his knuckles, "Are you ready to start the interview process?"
Annika glanced around nervously, before breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly. "I'm ready," she stated firmly.
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Annika breathed out slowly, fiddling with her engagement ring, as she waited for the men inside to decide on whether to hire her or not.
She had been surprised to learn that they wanted to let her know about the recruitment right away instead of waiting for a few days if not weeks.
She rested her head against the cold wall of the waiting lounge, and glanced down at her phone to see a text message from Gauri: 'aapka interview khatam? Hum ponch jayenge headquarter mein, paanch minute mein'
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