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With the draft in one hand, I paced to Atharv sir's cabin at the speed of light, hoping I find him there as working hours already ended.
I already sent the soft copy of the draft to Sir's email before rushing to his office.
I bluntly slam the elevator button and quickly enter inside to reach to his cabin at the earliest.
I already fucked up by being late on the first freaking day and now I am late for my first assignment too. Well, this ain't any assignment. This is a damn punishment. Punishment that I got for saving somebody's lives.
I have heard tales about Atharv sir's anger. And I got to witness that on my first day at work. I thought I made a pretty good impression during my interview. But alas here we are. Tarnished that entire reputation.
The elevator bell dings and here comes the moment of truth.
I approach his cabin as my heels tap on the ground. Most of the company employees have already left. A few catch my sight.
As I reach for his cabin, I find the guard standing at the door.
I ask him, "Is Atharv sir in the cabin?"
He nods a yes.
Here goes nothing.
i gently push the long sleek door, and find him in a dim lit atmosphere in the cabin working on his iMac.
He looks so freaking good that I stare at him uncontrollably for atleast 20 seconds.
Then I am knocked back into my senses as he looks up at me.
"You're early." He says in his hard as fuck raspy voice.
"Sir I am so sorry- I lost track of time- I submitted it to your emai-" My anxiety kicked in.
It's just him and me in the cabin right now.
Just him and me.
Him and me.
The entire empire is almost empty.
He is far away from me. But I feel him so close. The proximity is making my heartbeat uneven.
I don't understand what the literal fuck I am feeling.
Maybe it's fear? Or maybe anxiety? Or something else.
I don't wanna know what that something else is.
He taps somewhere on his massive desk and the entire cabin lights up at his action.
"Take a seat Miss." He signals to me.
I anxiously walk towards the chair and fumbly slip into it.
"I was reading your draft. You have done a decent job. Good work." He says.
