Becoming VP-Personal Narrative

I felt hurt by hearing such harsh words from my dear friend. I don’t know why I even make friends at work, when it’s not possible to deal with them. Here I am not even able to manage such petty issues and there I look forward to becoming VP.

Nisha dear get practical else this everyday fight will hurt your chances of becoming VP.

I compose myself and wear the VP hat to resolve this issue. After considering the options, I think calling up Kabir would be the best thing to do. I haven’t spoken to him in a long time and my fingers shake as I dial his extension number.

“Kab…” I clear my throat and again “Kabi…Kabir.” “Yes, Nisha.”

His voice as always is clear, confident and magnetic— the voice that I once adored. Listening to him say my name,

“So then why is Shri making me feel like I did something wrong?”

“I don’t know, Nisha, but I think you took the right decision.”

I tried every trick to pick up a fight to prove him wrong but his constant reassurance left me with no other option but to resign and put the receiver down. Had it been six years back he would have fired me for this behaviour. I used be very scared of his temper.

He was so calm today. I think he is getting old, and that is the reason for this unusual behaviour. I feel like a fool after calling him, maybe that was his intention like always. It is just that his tricks have changed, with time.

Let me try to keep Kabir out of mind and focus on work.

While wrapping up for the day, my cellphone reminds me of the Mumbai guy I am supposed to call. Let me drop him a message to call by 9 pm.

Oh! There comes a prompt reply.

Sure, shall call you by 9. Thank you ma’am.

I find his politeness a little strange. A sweet Mumbai guy is not normal. Maybe just like me, he isn’t from Mumbai but has settled here for work. Maybe he is just faking this politeness. We will see what the truth is when he calls.

Promptly at 9, my phone rings. Thank God I reached