The Slave

3. The Night Shines

Life gives questions, answers we seek.

When drawn in problem, solutions we meet,

The equation of life is nothing,

But a balance between these!

*~*

Time is money!

If this quote could come alive, I would have been a pauper by now.

Because I'm wasting the precious time of my life to find something which isn't willing to be found.

A simple folder containing the detailing of the project I was supposed to work upon.

I groaned in aggression, since one and a half long hours I'm trying to find that file but still in vain. Like hell has swallowed it, it's nowhere on earth. People around me are sending a blank yet weird glance at me, wondering which devil bit me to behave weirdly.

In frustration I claw my hair out from scalp, only anger and frustration were clouding my mind leaving me to ponder over the whereabouts of the hell eaten file.

I plopped upon my chair before hiding my eyes in my palms; my cubicle was mess with the tsunami I caused to search the file.

Where it could be?

"Um! Hey!" I rose my groaning heard to peep at the intruder in my groaning weeping moment.

It was the same unknown man from last time who was very much interested to make conversations with me when I was shivering with the late file in hand.

I gulped down my anger as I raised my brow at him, not wanting to scare him with a deceptive act of being possessed.

"Yes?"

"You look pissed." He commented obvious, and I felt a very strong urge to run off the cliff and kick him from there.

But keeping sanity in check I offered him a frown.

"Well, it was just a question, never mind. I was here to help you again." He smirked irking me again.

"Oh yeah! With what?"

"The California project must be completed and be on Mr. Deniz's desk by 6. He asked to inform you." He stated; posture almost falling as he leaned his body against the false wall of cubicles.

"That was very helpful. Thanks a lot."

"Always." He gave a smug look before scattering away. It took me almost a minute to stare at his vanished figure in cubicles before I averted my head back to my messy desk.

Another headache Amaira!

Like the bulb glow in darkness, the tube light of my brain lightened giving me the clue of its whereabouts.

The lost file!

"Of course, Mr. Edward." I gasp squealing.

My heart fluttered at the mention as the muscles of brain went back to work.

"Of course, it must be there since; it was to be signed from him." I murmured as my eyes twinkled in relief.

I dashed out of my cubicle toward the direction of his cabin, my excitement providing speed to my feet.