Anjali's pov
" Assistant Anjali , assistant Anjali, assistant Anjali , from the morning he was repeating it like a parrot. How he managed before I joined here ? Who took care of these things for him ? " I was running like a volcano which can irrupt at any time, my boss Mr Rahul Singania was testing my patience for hours. After coffee he need snacks without even taking a bite he will order something else. I have done almost everything he ordered like a robot and now I got a new job, ironing his shirt . It's not something hectic but what get on my nerves was these are already dry-cleaned shirts and he wants me to iron them again . I am sure he has some mental problems. He is a sadist who found happiness in my pain.
" Assistant Anjali " I heard him shouting from his cabin where I was ironing his shirt inside his restroom
" Yes sir coming " I gritted my teeth and try to calm me down.
" Coffee " I don't know what's his obsession with coffee. Whenever he sees me he need coffee. Do I look like a coffee bean.?
" Sir coffee is right infront of you " I pointed my finger towards the coffee mug which I kept few minutes ago . He didn't even touch it still want another coffee ? Here I am starving from morning because of my hectic work all he did was ordering me around for such stupid tasks.
" This is already cold ,I need a hot black coffee " he said without even looking at me .
" Then why didn't you drink it before getting cold " I wanted to ask this by grabbing his collar and pour this whole coffee all over him. But I controlled myself.
" Ok sir " that's the only thing I said. If one day I get a chance to escape from this jail before leaving I will blow a bomb inside his mouth . Psycho complete psycho.
For one thing I was really thankful for him that his office is not among other departments. If it was just one d
Floor below then I would have died with embarrassment because running with coffee,. Snacks , flower bouquet, Xerox papers while others are busy with office works no one can withstand such embarrassment especially when we all are holding same degree and me I am a Harvard Post graduate but he doesn't even know that .
Now a days I really don't wear shoes because I fed up with them . Running in those will kill me one day. It's already began to give me back pain and if I don't take care of it from now on I may end up on bed. These shoes aren't even branded so the materials were giving me many bruises.
When I entered the cafeteria room I saw Jennifer and Aleen . They were having some leisure time while I was working like a dog.
" I am going to die " I enter and sat there annoyingly throwing the mug into washing sink.
" Anjali .. " Aleen started to say something which I stopped before coming from her mouth.
" I am really not in a mood to here your lecture so please " I joined my both hands infront of her.
" What happened Anj..." Seriously ? Jennifer really want to know what happened to me ?
" Jenni please I already loosed my control don't make me mad more" I yelled at them.
"What he have think of himself ? God , creator or a king who can rule over at everything. Assistant Anjali do this , assistant Anjali do that , assistant Anjali coffee , assistant Anjali snacks , give me a break I am not a robot but a human being . I am not some kind of jeene who came out from any magic lamp and he was ordering me one after another. " I was letting out all my frustrations that I had been suppressed in my mind.
" Anja... " Jennifer tried to say something which I cut off.
" Do you even know what I have done today , he want me to iron his shirt . Why should I even do that ? I am a MBA graduate not his servant . If things go like this one day he will order me to buy his underwear " I raised my both hands on air in frustration.
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