'Is your project ready?' somehow I asked.
"Ready? Are you joking? It's not just ready but you can call it Super-ready. I had waited for this moment since the day I got this job.I have been working on it for last 1 year. I am going to get a promotion and you will be kicked off. It's recession dude.Survival of the best. Don't worry, I will give you my promotion party in 'Oberoi'. Free meal for a Jobless matters."
His words elevated my temperature with lift. "8th floor" announced lift and doors got opened.
What i saw was bunch of people, some pretending to be sad and some were actually. What's the matter, I whispered in the ears of office boy.
"Apna Saab marr gya" he almost made an official announcement of our Boss's death.
"What the hell? How can he die? Now who will approve my project on which I have been foolishly working on for last 1 year?" my colleague shouted or you can say asked after a pause.
"You are fired. MORON!" another water dipped voice came from former director and probably the new chairman of our firm. She was beautiful young wife of my ugly above 50s Boss.
He left slamming his bag against the floor and I tended to burst into laughter.
"You lost your job, hard to believe but nobody stands in front of god's will and yes, I am a loser. Having an affair with our Boss's wife is what I had achieved in last last 3 years of my job and see, how things turned for me. Don't worry, I will give you my promotion party in 'Oberoi'.Free meal for a Jobless matters :D" I texted my colleague.