“Ms. Bajaj, who asked you to cover this story?”
“Sir, I thought it would make a good cover story. So I……..”
Sheetal’s explanation was interrupted by a loud hiss – ‘Can’t you ever follow instructions, Ms. Bajaj? We don’t do such stories. You know we are already pressed for time.”
“Ms. Bajaj, for once, use your brains. You wasted precious time for THIS? For this piece of crap? And you have marked a CC to Mr. Rangarajan as well. God, what am I ever going to do with you?”
Almost in tears, Sheetal was cursing the moment she got the offer to work as correspondent for this magazine a month ago. Fresh out of her journalism course, she had taken up the offer earnestly. But then, her life had become hell. Arguments with her boss, Mr. Diwan – the Managing Editor, had become a part of her workdays now, and there hadn’t been a single day she hadn’t gone home feeling depressed. She knew she had potential. Then why was she being treated this way?
How had this happened? When she had appeared for the interview, Mr. Diwan had been sweet-sounding and smiling. How had he become such a ferocious monster who found fault with every little thing she did? Why? She could not figure out. To top it all, she had been stupid enough to send a copy of the article to Mr. Rangarajan, the Editor-in-Chief. What would happen now?
Little did she know that Mr. Rangarajan was reading the very same article at the very same moment and was saying to his secretary, “Lily, this girl has stuff in her. Just see how diplomatically she has covered this issue. She’ll soon be famous – mark my words. That’s what I have been saying to Mr. Diwan as well. She’s got it in her.” Had she known that, she would have known the answer to the question in her head – Why?
PS: For this week’s prompt over at Writer’s Island – Ferocious