LOVE 24HRS

CHAPTER 8

ZOYA'S POV:

It's nine in the morning and I'm standing right in front of Humana Publishing Corp. It's a big glass building with the name of the company on it.
Yes, the company's offer I rejected yesternight, today I'm here to grab it. Strange, right?

But to be honest, I've no other option than this. So I had to, else my parents will force me to get married to some idiot.

Things just changed within a snap of a finger. A call of a marriage proposal and my whole family went crazy, planning and plotting to throw me out of the house and I understood well that I can't afford to sit at my home for a single day. And only a job can save me from my upcoming disaster called "MARRIAGE". So, I'm all here now to grab the job as I don't have anything better to do now.

"God...help me. Again that same idiot. I don't know how will I work here. I slapped him a day before yesterday, and today I'm here to work with him.
Allah....seriously. I need help. But HR asked me to join as an editor, I guess. It means I've to work under him.
NO, NO, NO.  I JUST CAN'T. I should take back the manuscript of my book.
Why should I keep it here? These people are not worthy of my script at all." I whispered to myself.

I went straight inside and a man in his mid-forties opened the door for me with a smile. I walked down to the receptionist, a lady in her early thirties and has painted herself with loads of make-up.

"Excuse me."

"Yes."

"Yaa...I'm Zoya and around a month back I've submitted my manuscript to your editor but now I want it back." I demanded.

"Back? The manuscript?" She sarcastically raised her eyebrow.

"Yes. It's mine. And I want it back." I stressed the last statement.

"Okay. To whom did you hand over?" She asked.

"Of course, to your editor, Mr.Jamaal Malik," I answered.

"Oh! Mr. Malik. But, he is no more a part of Humana Publication. Give me a minute, let me make a call."

"Excuse Me! What did you say? Mr. Jamaal is no more working here?" I reconfirmed.

"No, Ma'am."  She took hold of the phone before she shook her head to me.

"Allah, I'm so glad that idiot man is no more here. Now I can talk to the new editor and convince him to give my book a chance." I thought and a smile appeared on my face.

"New editor? God, I was offered the same post, I guess. Shit men, I rejected the offer. I think I have her number in my call history."
"I should call her back." I thought.

I took two-step away from her,  immediately searched the HR number, and dialed it.

The phone started ringing and as usual, I started biting my lips in tension.

"Hello, I'm Zoya."

"We are glad that you decided to join our company, Zoya." The HR replied from the other side.

"But how do you know what I've decided?" I questioned her.

"Why else you would call? Of course for the job, right?"

"Hmmm..." I nodded.

"You come down to our office by 11 to....." I didn't let her finish.

"I'm already here."

"Great! But I'm sorry, I'm not in the office now. It will take around an hour or two. Why don't you meet our boss directly?" She said.

"Yaa, of course. Absolutely fine with me.

"Give the phone to the receptionist there, I'll instruct her right away and she'll explain to you the rest." She explained.

I turned towards the receptionist only to find her standing in her place and wishing a man with an extremely good muscular sculptured figure, looks like no less than a Greek God from his back.

"Yaa, sure," I answered her over the phone and I walked to the receptionist, passing the phone to her. 

She just took a minute to understand and with a smile she said,

"Ma'am, on the Eighteenth floor, is Mr. Khan's office. The elevator is on your extreme right. The front office executive there on the floor will guide you the rest."

"Okay. Thank you."

I walked to the elevator and I saw the door of the elevator getting closed. I ran towards it.

"HEY! WAIT!"

And the door opened once again.  I ran, my handbag slipped and stumbled a little but managed to step in.

"Thank you". I gave a quick look to the person who pressed the button to open the door without paying any heed to him. And I moved to press the button for the eighteenth floor but the red light was already on it.

I was checking my phone and I felt his gaze on me. I squirmed a little at my place with trying to focus back on my mobile. But his sharp gaze was distracting me from doing so.

"Enough. I guess every single man in this office has nothing better to do." I whispered in my mind.

I turned to him and with a dangerous look asked him,

"What! What are you looking at?
Never seen a girl before...huh?

"SORRY?" He asked.

"What Sorry? Stop Looking At Me."

"Hey, I'm not looking at you."

"Oh really? I gave him a dangerous look."

"Yes. And why should I look at you?" He asked calmly...

"Yaa. Yaa. You aren't looking." I gave a forced sarcastic smile.

"Oh, Zoya. Maybe he is gay or something. I shouldn't doubt on everyone." I muttered, turning to the other side biting my tongue with a smile.

And the very next moment, I felt his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him, and before I can understand anything, his lips were on mine. My eyes opened wide and my whole body was numb. He pinched on my waist and my mouth opened in shock giving him the chance to deepen his kiss.

"TING..."

The elevator door opened and I came back to my consciousness realizing that he is standing and smirking at me. I stood there in shock.

"I guess now you know, WHAT AM I." He winked, fixed his tie tight, and stepped out.

And the elevator's door closed again.

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