But It's Not My Fault

CHAPTER-5

It's boring. 

Hmm

It's BORING!!

I know!

GODDAMIT, IT'S BORING!!!!!!!

Gosh, what should I do then!!!!!

Friday passed,

Saturday passed,

Sunday also passed. 

Uhhh, three days passed doing nothing just me lying and rolling on my bed and reading book. I used to do my work at home but no, I don't want to do anything. 

It's not that I am a very productive person even at home. At home, in weekends I lie like a panda in my bed. But, I am feeling so annoying suddenly.

I am standing in front of my mirror getting ready for office with a sullen face, sometimes I act more like a teenager than my own teen self. I don't wanna go to office, I had this weekend to go to my grandparents' house. But no. 

Neither I want to go to them, nor I want to go to office. WHAT I want then??? 

Don't ask me.

Feeling defeated, I went up to my car then, greeted my driver and now again I am standing in front of my office building looking at its name. No matter how much annoyed or low I am feeling this 'Pixel Grace' always form a smile on my lips. 

It's not that I still want to go inside. 

I reached my cabin and just sat in my chair, then a knock came. Must be Clara.

"Come in" I said opening my laptop not caring to look at the person. But wait, I can smell some different fragrance. 

It's male deodorant. Since when Clara started to use male deodorant. 

"Ma'am, your coffee." What happened to Clara's voice. When did she changed her gender. I surprisingly looked at the person. 

Ohh, handsome one. 

Do you ever stop?

Nah.

Ok, I forgot. I assigned a personal assistant. 

Look. 

What??

Look at him. 

I am looking at him right now. 

I mean look carefully, he is looking so good in his attire, perfectly jelled and combed hair, white shirt sleeves half rolled to his elbows, black pants, muscular body-

Stop it, shameless creature. Obviously, he will come in that attire it's an office. Nothing so drooling about it. The main thing to notice is that he is on time, good. He bought me coffee hot just with my arrival, very good. 

I took a sip from the coffee. Just as perfect as I like. Even, Clara couldn't make it so perfect. 

My man is perfect. 

My man?? Stop it. 

But, how did he know how I like my coffee, and wait what was his name again? 

"Thank you for the coffee but-" I said showing him the coffee, but he interrupted and spoke. 

"Don't worry ma'am I already asked Clara about this." He spoke with so much confidence and with a lot of proud as if he did something on his own for first time. 

Ohh, so sweet of him.

There is nothing sweet in this it's his work. 

"Ok, I guess, Clara has shown you your cabin?"