Thursday, April 23, 2015

Letters from Nowhere Part 1: Transfer




Letters from nowhere: Part 1/7: Transfer

The blue summer sky had curdled into white fluffy clouds. The cool breeze played with the single curl that had escaped from her ponytail. Anne gazed fondly at the cottony clouds.
The chime from wall clock proclaimed that her duty hours had begun. It was time to dive into the demands of a hectic day. Settling on to her comfortable chair, she adjusted the nameplate on her table.
Anne Sebastian
Manager- Sales, Arianna group.

The job came with a six-digit salary, company accommodation and a personal secretary. She was the in charge of the global sales wing of her company branch in Bangalore. Headquartered in London, the Arianna group specialized in selling plus sized clothes for women.

In her, they had a walking-living model for their clothes. Almost six feet tall, with an athletic build, she always made heads turn. For the wrong reason, she was convinced.

Curved at the right places, she had an olive skinned complexion that made her looks exotic. Her hair would have put the softest silk to shame. The surprise in the package was her face that would have suited a cherub. It oozed with the innocence of her radiant soul.
She was a swan that was gliding along, believing she was the ugliest duckling in the pond. She simply failed to recognize how beautiful she was.
Checking the many number of mails from her secretary, she listed in her planner the schedules for the day.

At noon, she had a meeting with her grumpy boss. Twinkle Mishra, her managing director, had the constant expression of worry with furrowed brows and a wrinkled forehead. Once every week, Anne endured an hour-long lecture that Twinkle rendered in her raspy voice. Half the time, she would be hooting her horn and the rest would be allegations. Anne was not looking forward to the meeting at all.

Interestingly, Twinkle appeared to be in tears that day. Anne sat fiddling with her pen trying to guess what had caused such a visual outpour of her worries.
“Anne, I am being transferred to our London branch. Someone from the London office will join here within two weeks. You have the additional charges till then,” said Twinkle, and continued to whine about how much she loved her work and how life always let her down.
A mail in her inbox awaited her return. Anne softly cursed the sender.

Dear love,
I cannot stop thinking about you, darling. Wish you were here with me this moment. I am watching the most beautiful sunrise that I have ever seen, sipping a hot cup of coffee.

SHMILY

 The mails had started to arrive two months ago, and with every mail, the sender intrigued her more. The mails came from a shmily@gmail.com.

Since it had come to her company mail address, she guessed it might be someone within the company. In a company that employed 13000 plus employees in 4 different countries, that was not much help. Anyone could have accessed the company e-mail directory, which was available online to the staff and dealers.

To be continued...

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10 comments:

  1. A promising start :) Waiting for the next part.

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  2. Loved the start! Waiting for the next one :)

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  3. Interesting start and I love intriguing, mysterious letters. Waiting for more :)

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    1. I love letters too. Thank you Prasanna. :)

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  4. One more 7-part novel. Yaayyyy! Lovely beginning. Looking forward to more :)
    My A-Z posts: http://sundarivenkatraman.blogspot.in

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  5. Hi Preethi, this is the first time I am reading a novella by you. Your descriptions are really good. You bring the characters to life. This is a promising start. I am hooked. :)
    *Shantala @ ShanayaTales*

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  6. Aha! Love the crisp narration and description of the setting. Perfectly expressed and dying to know more:)

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