Jessica Alba was hugging me from behind & she was munching on my left ear, while Deepika Padukone was feasting on my lips & my tongue. I did not know how I got sandwiched between these two dream-girls, but let me tell you, in that second of timelessness, my heart must have set some Universal Olympic record in thumping. Pleasure was poisoning my senses & a 9 inch nail was being hammered through my head...
Wait, what? I swung my arm violently. I reluctantly rubbed my eyes & opened them, slowly. A horrifying scene awaited me. My manager was holding his cheek with his left arm. I must have slapped him when he tried to wake me up!
He was too shocked to say anything, for now. But he was an evil monkey. In this amazingly shitty world, he was Tom & everybody else was Jerry for him. When he was only 8, he had actually threatened his father, that he'll burn the house ownership documents/bonds, if his demands were not met. His father needed psychiatric help from the trauma of raising a son like him. But now a pink palm print was decorating his face, like a tramp stamp- a butterfly tattoo.
I needed to calm down & think. No matter how much power he had, as a superior, over me, he was basically, an idiot. I could talk my way out of this.
"Boss! Calm down," I said slowly, "Have you ever felt that a cowardly employee like me, who is afraid of your shadow, can even dare to think of even touching you?"
Normally he was a man of many, many words & he'd tell nice (read irritating) quotes every 5 seconds- but now he was too shook up by the impact of the powerful slap- his brain had rocketed out to some South American country, & was being used as a football by some sadistic kids over there.
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