Besabriyaan

Chapter 9

N A N D I N I

Grey Petals.
12pm:

"So many works to finish and I'm running so freaking late for the meeting, God, kill me!" I whined sitting on my desk among the piles of papers while my good-for-nothing assistant sat beside my wriggling his invisible tail.

"Saahil can you please go and be a little productive rather than sitting on my head for no use?" I was little frustrated with his constant clinging to me.

"Nandini, do you know if Grey Petals kicks me out, it basically will be impossible for me to find any kind of job in this industry?" Saahil had me tsked.

"Do shut up. On one hand, I can't concentrate on my pending work and on the other your constant blabbering. Ugh." I huffed.

"I know why you aren't able to work." He voiced adjusting his nerdy glasses.

"Of course, you are walking-talking Wikipedia after all!" I remarked.

"See, you are correcting the figures and drinking coffee. Now when you're focused, both the left and right sides of the prefrontal cortex of your brain work in tandem. But when you multitask, they attempt to work independently. Even though it feels like you're doing two things simultaneously, you're actually switching between the two sides of your prefrontal cortex. This switch takes a fraction of a second, but those microseconds add up: it actually takes you up to 40% longer to complete the same tasks than if you were to tackle them separately." I scoffed mildly.

"I don't want to know what that even means." I shook my head.

Without wasting any time getting into any depressing debate with him, I rushed towards Hardhad's cabin to get the file approved by him.

First, that Saahil then my pen, everything in this universe was conspiring against me. I jerked my pen a couple of times not breaking my motion towards Harshad's cabin.

"Stupid idiot pen. Why do the companies even charge for these shits if they intend to ditch people at the crucial moment?" I jerked the pen harder to get the fluidity back.

I heard someone suspire and thus turned back had me frozen at my place. It was a matter of seconds that my face totally paled since I welcomed the new trouble awaiting me.

You are so gone, Nandini Murthy.

Manik stood at the distance of two hands looking down at his White Armani suit which was awfully dotted by my blue fountain ink. I dashed the pen inside my teeth as I knew I was about to be gobbled, raw.

His ferocious eyes met mine and I, timidly kept gaping at his clenched jawline which was sharp enough to reshape my life story. I wonder if the pressure was going to break his teeth.

It seemed something in him stirred seeing me there and it absolutely was nothing close to good.

"S-sir I'm really really so sorry." It was too late to pray, right?

"If I keep cutting your salary for the next three years even, you wouldn't be able to afford the piece of cloth you spoilt just now." His blazing eyes gave me pearl-like sweat beads.

I parted my lips to say something in my defence that somewhere he wasn't even careful enough but chose to stay quiet, not wanting any further problem.

"In my cabin. Exactly in five." He pressed each of the words and I nodded like a kid who has been asked by the principal to bring her parents to school the next day.