•Dichotomy•
|"A division or contrast between two things that are or are represented as being opposed or entirely different."|
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How many silhouettes can one trap in oneself? How many faces can a mask hide...
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" What are you- I-I don't get it-"
"I would like such a talent like yours to not be wasted on some measly reports and programs. You will be working on the 62nd floor from now on. And you shall be returning to your job soon enough. End of the discussion."
Her body shifted back in shock. What was she supposed to do there? She was just an intern."
"Well for that," he continued with his deep, sultry voice, "I will be just keeping an eye at you. And maybe, beside me you will be able to learn the best."
"Don't.", she shook her head in confusion, "Don't be joking with me. This, is serious."
"Do I look like a person who cracks jokes to you, Ms. Bridgette?", he sneered at her.
"You," she wanted to snap back at him with voice dripping with rage. This was nowhere near fine. He was too suspicious.
"You signed that you are bound here for an year unless there is a breach of contract conditions from the firm's side." he stated.
She felt stupid at his remark. She very well knew what she signed up for. And he was using it as a weakness against her. He was himself the top lawyer in the world.
He had this trick up his sleeve the minute she had walked in. "Your attempts of silence are futile. I intend no harm. And why would you scorn at such an opportunity that people would kill for? You are the first ever intern we hired. Its just an effort to craft you into the best."
Its not even a surprise now that I can lie like an auctioneer. Such a white lie.
He mentally chortled.
She scoffed mentally at his jibe on her.
What opportunity? That I am being graced with the honor of being monitored like a lab - rat by the very genius every second I breathe?
Why would you do that without any, any kind of an underlying motive?
She tried to convince him. "You don't have time for such trivial people like me-"
"I don't make time for trivial people." his tone dropped an octave lower to a dangerous volume. It sent all her senses on alert and he continued, "Having it, I have all the time in the world on my hands. But, there is a subtle difference between having time and making time which most people fail to understand.
And you are someone whose talent is only being wasted here as a mere intern working in a plain team. You deserve to be taught in an exemplary way, by someone capable of bringing out what is the best in you.
And I, am willing to make time for that.", he tilted his head as if trying to act coy and innocent.
But the aura around them began to be smothered with darkness and peril. She was perplexed. She ran her mind through any excuse she could find to get out of his sight.
