Unending day..
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I calmed myself and got back to work.
Okay sam just half an hour more and you will be free to go home, just stay in the damn cabin. I said to myself.
I arranged the paperwork which Mrs. Trevor gave me and sorted out according to the departments. I asked one of my office assistants to handle those papers to the heads.
I still had 15 mins to leave. I opened my office email and checked them. Just when i received a message on the instant messenger bar which is only for inhouse employees of this firm. I opened it and saw it was from ben. I read it..
Dear Samantha, it was nice meeting you. Seems OUR FATE was too eager to let us meet again. Hope we will form a great team. Take care. Have a good evening.
I just stared at his words...what the hell...he is pissing me off..what am i gonna do with this guy... I thought of something and replied him after few minutes.
Sir, it was nice to meet you too. Hope we will get well along PROFFESIONALLY.
Have a nice evening.
Regards, Samantha.
There he got his answer...i pressed the enter button and smirked.
My office phone buzzed at the same time.
Who must be calling now. Its almost time to leave.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Samantha..." a husky voice whispered.
I was shocked as it was none other than ben himself.
"Yes.." i pretented that i dint recognize.
"Its ben."
"Hmm..tell me sir, how may i help you?" i asked in a professional tone.
"I need you in my office NOW"
What NOWWW..What the hell!!
"Sir but its time to leave. Office hours are almost..."
He cut me off..
"I have heard that you are dedicated to your job, is this the way it is?.."
There was a long pause before he spoke again,
"there are still 10 mins for office hours to get over. I would like to meet you...So.. my office now." and he dropped the call.Is this day gonna get more worst..i thought to myself and left my cabin to visit ben.
I was greeted by Mrs. Trevour,
"Samantha dear, he is waiting for you. Go ahead."
I nodded and knocked his office door, after hearing his acknowledgement i entered the office.
There he was sitting on his desk, just in shirt and trouser, his coat was hanged on the back of his chair. The hands of his shirt were folded slightly upside revealing his musles on the lower hand. He was a fit man, i saw him and he was looking at me. I snapped my gaze and looked around.
"Ms. Samantha..please have a seat." he said.
I nodded and sat on the chair.
"I had arranged personalised meeting with the head of every department yesterday to get to know them better and to know the current work status, as you were on leave, our meeting was pending." he explained studying me.
I simply nodded.
"Aren't you goin to speak to me sammy?" he asked with a curious look.
"You called me at this time, tell me what you wanted to say..so that i can leave for home...
and...and......
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The First One...
ChickLit#12 in Emotions as on 18-03-2019 #1 in Colleagues as on 3-03-19 # 9 in Grownups as on 20-10-18 (COMPLETED) (Under editing) 'The First One' is a story about Samantha, a 25 year old grown up working for an export firm. She is mature, hard working, fo...