Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

Twenty One: Lami's Theorem (Part 4)

A muscle in his jaw twitched. Xavier stared at the girl standing in front of him.

Did she ask me the reason?

"What did you ask?", his voice was calm, trying to understand if he heard her right the first time.

She looked young, younger than most of the executives he knew about. Dressed in a loose-fitted kurti and jeans, and a tight bun standing high on her head, she looked so out of place in his cabin- perhaps, in the whole of the Xhasis. Last time he had checked, the dress code was presentable formals, not the desi-next-door-chic vibe.

He had a lot more shit to deal with than watching a random executive cry like a baby. And from what he observed, it looked like she would start crying at any moment. It was quite evident from the way she was trying to breathe slowly and blinking her eyes a few times.

God, don't cry here!

"May I know why?", her voice sounded a pitch louder than before.

It was a bit of shock and amusement, mostly the latter to see that a tiny lady like her stood to her ground and demanded an explanation. Was it unusual? Yes. His employees never questioned him. It was only Satya- the partner in the firm, who countered him.

Sliding the file from his hand to the desk he leaned in, "I think you know the answer."

He had seen her a few times in the cafeteria. Perhaps, she was friends with a few of his junior executives. He knew his team, every one of them. They mattered to him as they were the ones who worked on his ideas, helped him when he made mistakes, and researched the best. He had selected each one of them, the best from the lot to be his stars in his perfect galaxy.

She wasn't one of them, she was from Satya's team, who he presumed to be the best of what Satya had expected her work to be. He had agreed to these one-on-ones as he believed it helped to understand each other's work from a different perspective and provide the best inputs for betterment.

But this girl had failed.

It wasn't about five minutes; it was about being responsible. She had a responsibility in her hand and she had failed to do it.

"No, I don't."

Seriously?

Her voice raised an octave with each of her replies. She was being punished for being irresponsible, that was all about it. Then, his eyes narrowed to her tight fists and he understood it wasn't guilt, it was anger. But that wasn't going to help her, she should rather work on being punctual than getting offended.

"I am sure you worship Satya, correct me if I am wrong.", he paused for a second staring at her raging form, and continued calmly, "But I guess she made a mistake by giving you a job here."

"Ha! Is it?", she seethed, "I guess you are wrong, Mr. Xavier Lucifer Joseph. I guess you are the one who makes it hard for the people to work under you."

Xavier rose, his gaze piercing her, "Get out.", his voice deeper than before. No one dared to speak to him like that, in that tone, and especially no fucking person dared to throw a false accusation on him.

She leaped straight toward him and stopped beside his towering frame, "Fire me, I don't care!", she snarled.

He turned to face her and glared, his eyes spitting ice shards.

"Truth is you are the worst boss.", slamming her file over his desk she pivoted back to leave.

The fuck!

His hand shot out to reach her arm and grabbed it in an attempt to stop her. Her skin was feverishly hot against his cold palm. Her head snapped back at him, "Don't you fucking dare.", she strenuously wrenched her arm in his hold.

Her words scorched him and he threw her hand away, more forcefully than he had intended to, and she stumbled back. Giving a last look of disgust at him, she all but ran out of the room.

What the fuck just happened?

"The worst boss? Bullshit!", he angrily grumbled to himself.

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A/N

For unknown reasons, the "Minsara Kanna" kept playing in my mind while I edited this chapter. Some sort of ego clash, eh?

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