" 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑."
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Aisha , her name alone melts the coldest hearts, and her bright smile brightens their days. The cheery, bright, and sometimes...
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Mumbai
The Oberoi Tech Solutions office was a frenzy of activity. Employees buzzed around, their faces etched with anxiety. The latest project, their brainchild, had been stolen by a rival company. With only 30 minutes left before the deadline to launch their new idea, panic had set in.
In the middle of this storm, the CEO of Oberoi Tech, was pacing in his office, his face twisted with worry. He glanced at the clock on the wall for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Where is she?" He muttered under his breath, his frustration mounting.
He shot a glance at his watch, then barked into the phone in cold tone , "Get me updates, now!"
Outside the cabin, a group of employees huddled together, whispering in hushed tones.
"Do you think we can pull this off?" one of them asked, nervously biting his nails.
"Not without her," another replied, her voice trembling. "She's the only one who can do this."
"But where is she?" the first employee said, his voice rising in panic. "We're going to miss the deadline!"
Inside the office, CEO rubbed his temples. "This is a disaster," he muttered, staring at the blank screen in front of him. The usual confidence he exuded was nowhere to be found.
Suddenly, the door burst open. A girl, no older than her early twenties, stormed in without a word, her entrance causing a ripple of relief among the employees who caught sight of her.
His eyes widened as she made her way directly to his chair, pushing him aside with a firm nudge making him stumble. "Ai....." he started, but she silenced him with a wave of her hand, her eyes already locked onto the CEO's laptop.
She quickly opened her own laptop, the screen glowing with lines of code. The only sound that filled the room was the rapid clicking of keys as her fingers danced across the keyboard. The tension was palpable; everyone's breath hitched as the seconds ticked away.
Boss stood behind her, watching in awe as she worked with the speed and precision of someone who had done this a million times before. The room was filled with the low hum of the computer, the rhythmic tapping of the keys, and the occasional whisper of the employees peeking through the glass walls of the cabin.
"Come on, come on..." one of them whispered, as if the words themselves could speed up the process.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she leaned back in the chair, her face illuminated by the screen's light. With a final, decisive keystroke, she said, "Done."
The room erupted in cheers. Employees present in there jumped from their seats, high-fiving each other and shouting in victory.
CEO collapsed onto the couch, wiping the fake sweat from his brow. "That was... exhausting," he said, his voice a mix of relief and fatigue.
