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Chapter 3

It has been a week and I haven't heard from Aditya yet. I guess it was the wine that led him to borrow the book, which is super sad for me because the book had cost me eight hundred bucks. Incredible!

Another day at work and it's a Monday. I work at the Youth Craze Magazine's office. I was the happiest when I got employed here, but my happiness suffered non-permanence. Anyway, meet my boss Mrs. Sumedha Raghav, an ambitious lady who carries her arrogance with her sky high heels. She looks like a diva and acts like a bitch. Most of the staff hates her but no not me, I don't hate her. Every morning my first prayer belongs to her. I think she is a great woman and such a great human belongs to the almighty. We don't deserve her presence, but God. And I want that bitch dead, plain and simple.

Her competitive nature is the sole reason I got this job of her P.A. I'm ugly and nowhere near her personality, which pretty much served as my C.V. She feels secure because her P.A is a fat ass and no client will ever be distracted by her. I am usually treated like shit, but somehow I manage to thrive.

"Nisha, Coffee!" Sumedha yelled.

"Yes ma'am in a minute."

The coffee machine is usually surrounded by the GG a.k.a Gossip Gang. These are the people who make me believe in Satan. I somehow managed to grab a cup of coffee without coming under their evil eyes.

"Ma'am, your coffee."

"What the fuck? You call this coffee? This is shit!"

Oh yeah well you're certainly a shity person. I mean what? Do I appear like a coffee brewer? Or is this office a coffee garden? What's wrong with people? Why is coffee such a big deal? Or maybe it's just the tawdriness of the high class fellows that allow them to brag about their coffee. Or maybe it's just me who has simply no idea about coffee.

"So what about your article Nishu?" asked a member of the Gossip gang.

"Must have ended up in the dust bin all over again." Answered another and the whole gang broke into a pit of laughter.

"No" I said curtly.

"She hasn't read it yet. It's still on her desk." I added.

"Why do you do this sweetheart? I mean how many times you have been insulted, do you even count?"

I filled the cup and left. Resting the coffee mug on her desk I presented my article in front of her.

"I've already read it Nisha" she said sipping through her coffee.

Wow! She read it and yet it's on her desk.

"It's nice and I liked it. We can think of giving it a shot. There's a place vacant in this edition." She added.

I can't believe this. Finally she acknowledged my work. Now I have something to celebrate this weekend.

*Beep*Beep* my phone vibrated with a message from Alisha.

"ADITYA ASKED FR UR NMBR. I GAVE HIM. WAT IS IT ABT?" flashed her message.

"HE BORROWED A BOOK FRM ME, NOTHIN FANCY!" I replied.

My heart has been beating faster than ever.