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DOOMED Part1

Michael was sitting at his desk, going through his files.

He had just fired his assistant, Dominic. He wasn't into his work anyway. He was more of a flirt, and Michael surely wasn't happy with that.

After few weeks...

He was searching for a perfect assistant. With whom, he can have a peace of mind. He has done some interviews, but wasn't fully satisfied with them.

Al was looking at how he was so much focussed, that he was neglected his health.

Al later went to his office/room, to talk to him about it.

Al: Michael. *Knocks*

Michael: ugh... You don't have to knock.

Al opens the door, and see all the papers being flooded on the desk.

Al: oh I know. You have said that many times. But it is just an habit I cannot change.

Michael smiles at him, as he returns it back.

Al takes a seat against the desk, and sighs, as Michael busy himself in organising the papers into their respective files.

Al takes some papers, to help him out.

Al: Michael, my boy, you need to focus on yourself as well , beca-

Michael: because health is always more important than wealth. I know. I know. But.... You know that I have this 'bug of perfection' in me. I won't be able to focus even if I tried to. My mind won't allow me other stuff, until this stuff is done.

Al smiles to himself.

Al: you have always been like that since you were a kid. Couldn't put your mind elsewhere, until the work you were onto , was done.

Michael chuckles.

Michael: I know... It is just that, since I have fired him, all the work is on me now. He was good at work, but very unprofessional. It is something that irks me. I don't like work mixed with pleasures. You wanna flirt? Do it after office hours!

Al: oh Michael.... You have put yourself through so much work. You need to relax.

Michael: I will! When I get an assistant. On which, I am not so sure about.

Al just sits there, pondering over his stubbornness and perfectionism. Then he gets an idea!

Al: aye Michael!

Michael 'hmm' in reply, not taking his attention off of the papers.

Al: I have my niece. she is in organising department. Maybe she can help you.

Michael looks up to him ; raising his brow.

Michael: your niece? Angela?

Al: oh no no. Not her. She is married now, and have her life. I was talking about Mirena.

Michael frowns a bit, trying to think about her. But still, couldn't.

Michael: I don't remember her. Sorry.

Al: oh how can you? She was in college. You never met her.

Michael: ohh... So Mirena huh? Well, I can think of it. But first, I have to test her. I just can-

Al: oh I know. She is also wanting to get a job. I think this might be her break.

Michael: oh well, call her and hook up and interview. And I will see about that. But Al, if she doesn't fit, please....