Trisha shook her head and turned her laptop on. While sipping on her coffee she went through her to do list. She had some interviews and a meeting scheduled for today, just after lunch.
“Trisha, I really like your work ethic, but don’t forget to have your lunch. How else will you make me money? One can’t survive on an empty stomach, at least I can’t.” Andy rubbed his stomach and looked disgusted at the bottle with the green substance on his desk.
“Thank you for reminding me, Andy”, as she took a bite from her cheese sandwich and started a video on YouTube from ‘Ted X’.
Since her divorce, two years ago, Trisha had been immersing herself into her work. As a single woman she did as she pleased and she happened to like her job as a job consultant.
“Don’t you have this meeting with ‘Sid Data’ in an hour?” Andy looked up from his laptop, his eyes on Trisha’s cheese sandwich.
Trisha nodded her head. “Don’t stare at my sandwich like that. You will give me a stomach ache.”
“Stomach ache?”
“It is an Indian superstitious thing. My mother used to tell me that when you are eating and someone is looking at you that you will get a stomach ache.”
“Aah ok, it is like I am sending you some bad energy towards the food you are eating?”
“You could put it that way. Can I offer you a piece of my sandwich. I won’t tell the Mrs…. It will be our little secret.”
“No, thank you. I better obey to the Mrs.” He rolled his eyes. “Imagine if she ever found out.”
Trisha grinned. “You pour soul. My sandwich is yum, yum. I must say I really enjoy every bite of it. But I do admire your perseverance, I couldn’t do it.”
“Yep, even I am proud of my own perseverance.” Andy said with a grin holding his bottle in one hand looking at the poisonous green liquid.
“You should be proud of yourself, Andy. Come on now, it is time to take a sip from the bottle. You don’t want to disappoint the Mrs. do you?
Trisha walked into the lobby. She welcomed the cool air, as it was a hot and humid day. The girl at the reception desk stared at her which made Trisha feel uncomfortable.
“What can I do for you? And by the way, sorry for staring at you, but your shoes are so beautiful. I wish I could walk on heels like you do, so comfortable, like it is nothing.” She watched Trisha while leaning her head on her hand.
“Thank you. You know what they say practice makes perfect.”
“How may I help you? I assume you have an appointment with someone? Why else would you be here right?”
Trisha pressed her lips trying not to laugh. “I Am Trisha Gandhi. I am here to…”
The girls’ eyes widened. “Is Gandhi your grandfather?”
“No, he is not. We’re not related. It is just a common surname.”
The girl looked disappointed at Trisha. “Anyways your appointment is with whom?” Her eyes were giving away that Trisha was no longer a subject of interest to her.
“Mr. Bal.”
“Ooooh, Mr. Bal.” She stared at Trisha. “Lucky you” she murmured softly. “You know it’s my second day here. So I need to find my way around. The lady who usually does this job has broken her leg. So, well, yeah… let me call Mr. Bal. Please take a seat.”