•Dichotomy•
|"A division or contrast between two things that are or are represented as being opposed or entirely different."|
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How many silhouettes can one trap in oneself? How many faces can a mask hide...
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As soon as the sleek car stopped in front of the entrance, Alex rushed out of the door with the speed of the light. She did not dare look behind as she ran towards her office which was so high up.
She cursed herself for try to act so brave and tease the man who could break her life in the snap of his two fingers. But she would not deny, it felt miserably amazing to act so mischievous. It had been a while since she acted so boorish without a care in the world.
Harry looked dumbfounded at her sprinting figure. "She is acting strange. What got into her all of a sudden?"
But, the patiently walking President had his hands twitching under his cuff sleeves. The man fell a hair - inch short to grab her by her throat and put her in place.
Alex shut her office door behind her tightly. In the spur of the moment, her heaving body fell atop the chair to catch the escaping breath. The heat in her belly plunged her into cold sweat.
Her breath came back to its original rhythm in a matter of minutes. And just then, her phone rang up. She grabbed hold of the device to receive the call.
"Hello. "
"Am I talking to Ms. Bridgette?", a gruff voice asked.
Alex frowned at the unfamiliar voice that sounded like an old man. His accent was quite unique and she liked its sweetness.
"Yes this is she. How may I help you?"
"O ji great great! This is Jaspreet Singh from 'Homes & Huts'. You recently applied for a one BHK flat. I assume you are still looking for a rented apartm-"
"Yes, Yes! I am!"
When she heard the news, she jumped up so enthusiastically that the chair fell back behind her with a bang. But she brushed it off to check if she broke the costly furniture that could swallow a generous part of her salary.
This call was much more urgent and fulfilling.
*
"So with this, the cutback shall be implemented in the Cairo headquarters. Numerous terrorist interventions in the nearby regions has brought forth important cases and victims from the regions of Istanbul and Cair-"
"Thank you for presentation, Mrs. Plath. The meeting today is adjourned.", the President interjected the CEO's presentation with a neat order. The board members nodded in obedience and stood up from from their seats gracefully.
Each of them shook hands and greeted him with courteousness, trembling slightly in fingers when they met his eyes. But the President being himself was used to everything. He let go of the flinching people and took a seat at the central seat in the spacious conference room - the seat meant for the head of the organization.
"Sylvia", he worded out, a slight irritation evident in his tone.
The lady stiffened on the way his eyes were darkening at her. She prepared herself for a steady rebuke.
