My encounter with life #Wattys2016 #JustWriteIt

Chapter 10

"Welcome Nisha Bose. So how're you feeling at our office? Shall I get some coffee for you?" said Sumedha, sarcastically of course.

I said nothing and stood there for her to finish her melodramatic performance that she must've planned for days.

"Just look at you. You're not even apologizing."

"Ma'am a friend of mine has been diagnosed with cancer. I'd to be with her."

"So? Will she be paying you for being a maid?"

"No" I said curtly somehow withstanding my anger.

"O well of course she won't. Mostly these cancer suffering people die and they should be dying because we don't need them, unproductive people are burden and serving them is well very uneconomic."

"She is not dying or whatever,"

"My darling was I too harsh there? Come on there is this other half of cancer patients who do not die. But that's worse because it's more like they're d-y-i-n-g and it kind of is a very pervasive process. Wait no; you know what? Actually yes, cancer is a boon. Can you imagine how much of a revenue these hospitals will be losing if cancer never survived? Oh my god yes see optimism right here." she said like an absolute cunt that she is.

I kept staring at the paperweight and visualised throwing it at her with the speed of light.

"Fuck off!" I blurted.

"Excuse me?!"

I went back and locked the door to her cabin from inside.

"Hey hey what're you doing?" she freaked out.

I came back, kicked the revolving chair towards the wall and pushed her on it. She sat there with frightened eyes.

"I'll call the security Nisha. Leave me."

"O yeah bitch and how're you going to call your douche guards from this sound proof cabin of yours?"

She went for the phone and I twisted her hand till she started screaming out of pain.

"Do you realize what sort of a disgrace you're to human civilisation which is everything but civilised? Well of course you don't but don't worry because I'm right here to make you taste realisation."

She struggled and tried to push me away.

"Don't even try you bitch. I'm heavier than you've ever teased me of."

"What do you want? Money?" she cried.

"Fuck your money. But you will lose your every last dime when I'll be suing you and your magazine for practicing plagiarism."

"You gave me your article" she yelled.

"Act somewhere else Sumedha Raghav."

"You can't prove anything" she coughed.

"I'd posted that article a year ago in my blog and that's how I'm going to prove that your magazine is nothing but a cheap platform selling plagiaries."

She was literally shivering and couldn't say a word.

"But you know what I won't do that. And this has nothing to do with sympathy. It's just that I don't really care about that writer courtesy anymore. I couldn't care less. People have read it and they have loved it that's enough. But I can change my mind anytime from now if you do not comply by my words."

"Then what do you want?"

"Apologise for what you said for my friend" I said and held her neck.

I could see her fierce eyes bulging out of aggression and asphyxiation. She denied apologising and this was so typical of her behaviour. But this time I were determined enough to not let her go that easily. I've had enough of her cursing and brutality. This was high time.

"Apologise!" I yelled.

"I'll get you behind the bars" she whispered with choked voice.

"Sure, soon after you'll be captioned a plagiarist bitch"

"Leave me please." She begged.

"This didn't sound like an apology to me."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I said such things for your friend. I'm sorry."

I released my grip over her neck and she melted down on the floor. I gave her water and she felt better. She sat on her chair and rested, completely drenched in sweat.

"Here's my resignation letter." I said and threw it on her desk.

"Clear my salary and provident fund money quickly." I added and unlocked the door.

"All this wasn't required" she hushed from behind.

"Does your neck hurt?" I queried.

"Yes"

"Good that means you've a neck. Next time you speak shit I'll make sure you don't have anything above your collarbone anymore" I said and slammed the door.