~Avyansh Jindal ~
."She was the MOON and I was a 'SELENOPHILE' "
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~Kanishqa Agarwal ~
"MOON glows around darkness
But
blanked out every morning when sun shines"
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"What took you so long, Avya.." she said
"I have to make sure that i lo...
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Kanishqa's POV:
"Ma'am, we have reached J&Co. office," the driver said.
And here we are. I hope everything moves smoothly, even if everything with me is anything but smooth.
"Good morning, ma'am. How may I help you?" the receptionist asked in a professional tone.
"Yeah, actually I am here for an interview with Mrs. Preeti Singh," I replied to her.
"Give me a second, I'll update you," she said with a small smile. I looked around. Giant glass doors, black wood furniture with grey accents, and shades of white—it all looked so classyyy.. I must say, they have one of the best interiors I have ever seen.
"You have to wait a few moments in the waiting area, ma'am is currently busy in a meeting. Sorry for the inconvenience," she updated in a professional tone. I noted with a smile and sat on the couch.
I picked up a magazine. I've read so many articles about this company, Effectuals. It's simple yet effective. The company has 10 branches in India and many international branches. I read further, but my eyelids grew heavier with each passing second. Taking my medicine in the morning was a mistake, but how could I forget when Avyansh was there? I've yawned more than 15 times now. I closed my eyes to rest .
"Ma'am, excuse me, ma'am," I heard, opening my eyes. "Mrs. Singh is available in her cabin, you can meet her."
Oh no, DID I SLEPT? My eyes widened. HOW COULD YOU SLEPT IN THIS SITUATION..? my subconscious mocked me.. Fir se so gyi yr meii...
I grabbed my bag in a rush and made my way towards the lift, only to trip and scatter my things everywhere.
Low iron gurly thingss..
The receptionist came to help me. I quickly gathered my things and put them back in my bag.
"Are you okay, ma'am?" she asked.
"Yes, yes, yes. I'm fine," I replied, still flustered and in no position to answer any questions. I moved toward the lift, but it was already full. What luck! I turned around.
"Huh? Which floor?" I asked.
"30th floor, ma'am. Right side, first cabin," the receptionist responded promptly. I noted this and noticed another lift nearby that nobody was using. I made my way inside just as the doors were about to close. I saw a reception girl saying something or maybe she was just passing with a horrific expression towards me. I didn’t pay further attention; I was already late and had embarrassed myself enough.
This lift was different from the others, with a golden interior, a couch made of tires, and silver-plated furniture. In a lift? It screamed wealth. Obviously, J & Company is a big brand. I stopped at the 30th floor and almost ran towards her cabin. Fortunately, there weren’t many people to notice me. I took a deep breath and knocked.
