She strode into the corridor at the end of which her cabin stood. Her mood wasn't too good today, after the annoying phone call she got from her mother, the first thing after she woke up in the morning. She was undoubtedly irritated. Her face told it all. It was one of those days when she had no control over her own life and she however had to listen to her mother whenever it was about this matter, because she had given up on herself four years ago, after all of if it ended in a misery she would carry in her heart for the rest of her life.
There was absolutely no need for her mother to remind her of all that, because there had been no moment in the last three years, that she had forgotten that treachery she had been through.
It was not something one would forget.
She pressed the doorknob and was about to enter the cabin, when she heard someone mention her name in the cabin beside hers and she just stopped and stood there, out of mere curiosity. Taking a step back, she tilted her head and looked in through the door ajar, stealthily.
'So, what excuse are you going to make up to her, today?'
'I am going to tell her that I had been having really bad migraines since days. But, the truth is that, no matter what excuse I make, she is not going to let me take the leave. She is a witch. An absolute witch. All she lacks is a broomstick.'
So they call her a witch in the office?
Interesting.
And daring, of course!
Her mind could not tolerate more for the day. It was already a mess. She needed to go home and hit her bed, as soon as possible, before she could execute her plans for the evening. So, she was determined to finish her work and head back home, as soon as she could. And hearing the two guys in the room cackle following their conversation, she sighed in disappointment, and pushed open the door of her room and walked in.
'Whoosh -'
The opening of the door alerted the two young guys in the adjacent cabin.
'Thud -'
The door closed with a quick, sharp blow as she walked walked in, making the two nervous, thinking if she had heard their conversation. Because, if she did, she was definitely going to make their life a living hell in the office. The Programme head was a cruel, bossy lady, according to them, but, they also agreed on the fact that none of them could compete her level of ability and diligence in the work she did and they respected her for that. 'Why she was like the way she was,' was often a part of their discussions over lunch and coffee breaks, which obviously didn't include her.
...
She had just switched on her laptop and logged in, when she heard a knock over the door and understanding who it could be, she simply nodded, letting the person walk into the cabin. Not for once did she raise her head to glance at the person standing before her.
'Hmm?'
She had no time for leisure talks with anyone, and continued to do her work as the person stood silently before her, waiting for her to just spare a single glance at him.
'I never knew that staring at me could be so fun for people. I think I should start charging for it, now. What do you think, Mr. Rathore?'
