The boss’s dinner
Saira felt a presence behind her and she impulsively moved her cursor and resumed typing. After a few moments, the presence left and she heaved a sigh of relief. The 21-year-old had finished writing three landing pages since the morning and was experiencing a classic case of writer’s block. “How does this bitch expect me to work like a machine,” she thought to herself as she watched her boss hover over her colleague’s desk at the other end of the bay.
Saira didn’t exactly hate her boss but she found her extremely demanding. “I wonder if she’s always like this,” she whispered to the colleague next to her who had also stopped working after their boss had gone to the other end of the room. “We’ll know tonight, won’t we! I pity her husband,” the colleague smirked, triggering a giggle from Saira.
Saira had forgotten about the dinner her boss was hosting. “Dude, I don’t want to go,” Saira whined. “Do we ever have a choice when it comes to Lakshmi Ma’am?” her colleague replied. “No we don’t,” Saira said, burying her face in her hands and resting her elbows on her desk.