Chapter -3 “Peace Loving Person"

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Amber P.O.V

I'm on my way to my office, oh did I introduce myself formally? I think no, so here, I am Amber Mehra, doing my internship in an accountancy firm. This is a big and famous firm, and I got a lot of experience from here which is going to help me after I get my degree and open my setup.

Yes, we have a long way to go for that, but planning before is better than having the wrong step when the time comes, you know.

After 30 minutes of traveling on the train, I reached my stop and exit out of the station. Walking further in the direction of my office, when I heard a voice calling my name from behind. I turned to meet Suzanne, my friend, and also my work colleague.

She is 5'3 tall with honey-colored skin and brown colored hair, dark eyes like me but she is more experimental in fashion than me. Well, for me, I love to be simple and prefer my comfortable clothes whether baggy or not, but better than fashion butterflies in my office.

"Hey! Last night the party was awesome. You are indeed a fun miss masterpiece." She let out chriply as walking towards me, and yes she loves to call me 'masterpiece' because? I have to know the idea, from where she got this name but she continues with her rhythm and calls me that for how long I remember. I don't like someone calling me names, but I don't want to make her sad too, so that how I end up used to hear this name daily.

"Umm... Yeah, that was fun, I hope you enjoyed it?" I asked not sure what she is talking about, maybe some silly prank of hers again.

"Yeah why not, we all did fun last night. You are indeed crazy babes, but I still wish you heard our advice last night, you missed a good chance girl." She winks at me before smiling like crazy I do not remember what she is talking about, but I didn't dare to ask.

But from the arched brow look, she is giving me now, it is clear she wants me to say something in my defense, but what do I say? I don't even remember what I did last night after I heard that evil shadow's voice in my head and I passed out on my bed.

I just remember waking up today in the morning and found myself in party clothes, stink like alcohol, having serious headaches, and nothing at all. But the thing is I can't tell this to anyone else or they must be thinking, I lose my mind and sure deliver me to asylum. It's the mentality of peoples here if they conclude that you are not fit in a sane category then you will be never going to fit in that category again, according to them. And they start treating you differently, which I don't want in a coming thousand years in my life.

I was saved to answer her as we entered the office building, and she decided to have some mercy on me. I smile as looking up, thanking whoever guardian angel always there to help me.

I reached my office floor and place my bag on my desk before seating and turned on my system to do my very first thing in the morning, checking notifications and emails if any.

I was busy doing my work, making reports of company accounts assigned to me, when I hear a commotion at the reception area, soon followed by the entry of fashion butterflies of our office, about whom I was talking before. No, I don't have a problem with them, but I feel bad when they try to bulling me sometimes to prove how better they are than me. That's why I prefer to ignore them as much as I can because I hate to get myself in any fight.

Yes, you can call me a coward if you want, but actually, I hate fights and arguments. In other words, you can say that I'm a peace lover or buddha's follower. But I am happy with what I am, and don't want to change myself for anyone.

***Lunch-Time***

I walked inside the office building's canteen, alone because Suzanne is busy working on important reports and decided to skip meals, but I will take some snacks for her when I went back, the sound of giggles, chattering and gossiping, hit my ears.

I made my way straight to the food line as waiting for my turn to come so I can order something for me, I forgot to carry my lunchbox today. Yes, I'm 23 years old and still carry my lunchbox with me every day because my mom doesn't want me to eat from outside and getting sick. She is amazing to cook so I don't mind trying her new recipes, for lunch.

Soon my turn comes and I order south Indian thali for me if you think I'm bored so, no I'm not but I can't eat spicy food, that cant goes well with my system. Taking my food plate I walked towards the last table near the big balcony and start eating quietly before taking my seat. Ignoring all nasty looks I'm receiving from the table ahead of me, which is occupied by my office colleagues gossip group.

I didn't have turn to look that Sabrina and Jay are commenting and sending dirty looks in my way, it's their regular deal. But I care less what humors they are spreading about me now because I got to the conclusion that they found me easy prey and love to pounce at me, to prove their dominance.

I know I'm boring but that's the way life should go if you want to live a peaceful life, I signed as I finish my meal before stood up from my seat and throw trash in the dustbin, and sanitize my hands with my small pocket hand sanitizer.

I remind myself to take something for Suzanne to eat as make my way to get 2 cups of coffee and snacks for her, before leaving the canteen without looking back at anyone.

I entered the office to witness cute as well as a funny sight for my eyes, which make me chuckle and also alert her about my presence, she was hitting her head on her computer screen while fake crying. Yeah, she is cute but doesn't go on her innocence. I make my way to her chair and look at her computer screen to see on which company's project she is working.

I know this company information because before her I made their accounts, so I pass her snacks and coffee which I takeaway for her whilst taking her seat on the system, and start working on figures she was stuck. It's taken me half an hour to put all figures according to rules as she finished her lunch, and take her place back whilst thanking me to help her out with a polite smile.

I smile as walking to my system and about to start my work when I heard someone called my name which causes me to stop and turn to look towards a man, who is in his middle 40's wearing khaki pant and shirt, thick glasses hanging on the bridge of the nose.

Ramesh, clerk of our office.

He smiled which shows proof of his age clear on his face, wrinkles. I asked in a polite tone, "Yes?"

"Sir is calling you in his office, madam." He informed, I nodded and start followed behind him towards the cabin of the head of the firm, Mr. Shegal, owner of this firm. I am sure I did nothing wrong with my work but still as it is the trend of every employee that if you got a call from employers, your mind start thinking scenarios about why he is calling you and if you made any mistakes in your work? Same I can't help but feel chills  run down my spine as I further ambled towards his cabin.

I take a deep breath as clerk open his office door for me, I mutter my thanks to him before strolling inside the cabin. To find my boss with his usual frown face as he is looking towards me, before gesturing me to take a seat.

With small steps, I take a seat in front of him and peek towards him to see him looking at his phone screen and typing something. He cleared his throat to gain my attention when finished his typing and put the phone aside.

"Show me Arora & Sons accounts." He demands in a bossy voice of his. I nod before to give him the file, which he gives me to check yesterday and looking towards him to see his response at my work. Which is useless because he loves to confuse others with his emotionless face.

He nodded his head before stood from his chair, and without any word stormed off his cabin but not before gesturing me to follow him outside. If I said before, I was nervous then believe me now this is an understatement, my hands are shaking from fear.

What I did wrong? What the hell is going to happen now? Did he want to insult me in front of my other colleagues, to set an example for them? Hope not, or I will not be able to make eye contact with anyone for days, because of shame, thoughts are streaming in my mind as I making my way outside, following behind him.....

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