My Strong Secretary (Riansh ff)

Chapter 2

Riddhima

I walked towards the building, yes, I am way earlier than anyone today.

After the warning, I would most likely not be late.

It was six minutes to seven and I was obliged.

I do not expect to find a single employee here but "Mr. Perfectionist" I air quoted it.

The lights were left up, suspicious for the ground floor to be occupied right now.

I took the stairs to start because the lift would be out of service.

After fifteen minutes of climb, I found out that the lift was working.

'Wow, why?'

I thought, I took the lift from the fifth floor and punched the 15th button on the system.

The lift closed up and started acing towards my destination.

How funny, I felt queasy here, it always made me sick, I always felt like puking.

Assuming that I did not die, I stepped out of the lift, once it stopped.

The cabin to the left of the Big Door was the management team and to its right was mine.

And as expected, the person was indeed there.

I took a sneak peek when I found that the room's lights were out and a small source of light in the room.

Mr. Perfectionist... my eyes searched for him, but he was not there.

The source of light was the computer left open.

If he was not here, than where is he? Why is his computer left open? He should be here, right..?

Curiosity took the best of me.

Questions kept brewing up in my mind.

'He is here, maybe in the washroom...?'

'But, why would he turn off the lights?'

'His computer? Why would he leave it open?' I self-asked

'He has some very confidential information in that.' I got that right.

'Should I go check? In case, he forgot,' that seemed right,

'I mean if someone, especially him finds out about this, I will be doomed.' I thought about it vigorously like my life depended on it.

I should check this out'

I worked my legs inside the Big Door, once I stepped, my suspicions grew out more.

I switched on the lights and tip toed towards the end of the room, to where the desk and computer is.

If I speak honestly, he is so much sophisticated, his cabin is the best thing in the world to me known.

He had a television set there, a sofa right opposite to it and a lot more, an air conditioning system and not to forget, a room at the right end, where he sometime stays.

Since, he is a perfectionist, he has to complete what he has started in the day itself, how overworking is that?

And, sometimes, he works so late, that going back home was out of option, he would be late for that. So, he built a well furnished room in here, whose key is always with him.

Room? That is an understatement, it should be said as a house.

Its insides are no room, he has a computer there, a whole room with a house in it.