The Blurred Lines

• The Thought of Devil •

| Lavanya |

"Miss Lavanya Sinha, after witnessing your consistent hard work, your amazing talent, and passion to achieve more in life, and your attitude of never settling for less, the board members have decided to give you a promotion. And this one is huge, so brace yourself. As you are very well aware that the Gossip Bee is taking over its rival media firm The Highlights and we are merging with it, you, Miss Lavanya Sinha are going to be the respected Editor in Chief of our new firm. Congratulations!" That is what my boss told me fifteen days back and here I am now.

At the head office of The High - no! At the new found head office of The Gossip Bee, I don't know if I should be happy about becoming the editor in chief straight from a journalist, or should I be scared about entering into 'his' den?

I FUCKING REPLACED HIM. NO WAY THIS IS TRUE. 

Someone please pinch me and wake me up from this devastating yet wonderful dream. I want to live it and I don't want to live it.
You all must be thinking I am nuts. Right?

Well, if anyone would have been in my shoes, he or she would have felt the same thing, I can vouch for it. 

The office of Highlights is so fucking huge. Gossip Bee was also fine, but it was substandard in front of what I am seeing today. The interior, the news bulletins, the loyal staff members who haven't stopped working even with the minimum of wages or no wages for months, the zeal and the power this place still screams is so overwhelming. At least for me. I don't feel belonged here.

This cabin, where I have been sitting for hours now, still screams that it is his possession.  The navy blue coloured artistic table, with only two chairs in front of it, to sit on. I wonder if he had ever allowed anyone to even sit. This large and spacious cabin includes a CCTV system which can peak into employee's privacy, audio visual tools, the walls are sound absorbing, a pair of costly white couches and a coffee table made up of glass that is illusionary.

The only thing which looks out of place is the large pile of unattended files and news reports and it's for me to handle. Ignored or savored, everything is his.

From big to small, everything in this office screams power but the colour pallet is the only thing which makes me feel a little less alienated here. It is a beautiful combination of white and dark blue. (similar to his home.)

It is not like my Bee wasn't magnificent enough, but the fact that I never really saw how the CEO's cabin looks like. I never got the chance because I always had to report to our managing editor and all the meetings used to take place either in the conference room or in meeting booths.

I worked for Bee for five years as a star journalist, but I never thought that I would enter a CEO's cabin only after becoming one. This is a huge feat for me. But as much as I wanted this day in my life, I hate how it actually had turned out to be.
Why am I chosen to be the editor in chief of a merger when I was an employee in my bee?

I mean if they really wanted to promote me, they should have done it in my office only.
Why am I here?
Why is it me who has to face him now? Why are we, even chosen to work together?

I am not ready to face his wrath again. Not because I am weak, or gullible, but because I have literally snatched his position, and have barged into his life. It's unfair to him, to me. How am I going to survive here?

Oh God give me some strength.

"It is never going to be easy darling, it is only you who can become tough. Good luck. Me and your dad are hosting a dinner party tonight. See you there sweetie!"
I received this text from mom and it is the only thing which is keeping me sane since morning.