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Author’s P. O. V.

“Zoya, my lunch,” Yash said to Zoya who was busy taking a call; Rachel was not in the office so Yash had to adjust with Zoya; surprisingly to him, she was working very efficiently as if she had been doing this for years.

“Yes, sir,” She said as she kept the phone on the desk and wrote something on her notepad before she walked out to get his lunch; she greeted the few fellow guys she often grabbed files from. Everyone was surprised to like her so easily.

She went to the cafeteria and asked for Yash’s lunch. “Jimmy?” She called the guy who was assigned to make Yash’s lunch every day, lunch in his meaning means only boiling vegetables for Mr. Kapoor.

“there’s a lot of rush today, do you mind if I pack them myself today?” Zoya asked as Jimmy looked at her; he trusted her and now that she was Yash’s assistant it makes sense.

And besides, he can use some help in the rush hour.

“There is a white casserole, in which everything is, the basket and plates are packed right besi