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" Dilip said.
"Who all is in there?" Amishi asked.
"Mr. Bose of course. The man this party is in the honor of. By the way, please keep that in mind. This whole thing is mainly for Mr. Bose's benefit. Everyone else present here is secondary. It is all about Mr. Bose. It's his day, or rather his night now. Hope you know what I mean." he said.
"Yes, I understand." Amishi said nodding her head. Dilip, a loyal executive assistant was probably worried that the welcome for the new boss, who was the owner's daughter, might overshadow the farewell for Mr. Bose. She decided not to step into the limelight too much. "Who else is in there?"
"There's Mr. Desai the finance VP, Mr. Singh the Sales VP, Mr. Kulkarni, the Marketing Chief, Mr. Shah from HR, whom you just saw, and then Mr. Reddy the Operations VP." Dilip said. "But remember, no matter what the others say or do, this night is all about Mr. Bose."
"Yeah, OK." Amishi said. The mention of all the main executives made that sinking feeling in her stomach return. She would have to think about all these things - finance, sales, marketing, HR, operations. In her old job, she was only in charge of one thing. Here....this was going to be so overwhelming.
"What are they discussing in there?" she asked.
"Oh, boring stuff really. Just giving him a summary of all the things in their domains. The pluses and minuses, strengths and weaknesses and all that." Dilip said.
"That sounds interesting. Maybe I should go in too!" Amishi said.
"Haha, no, trust me, it will just bore you out of your mind. The time for you to go in is later. Just sit here. Actually," Dilip walked to a cabinet in the side of the room and opened the minibar, revealing a lot of liquor bottles, "let me pour us both something to drink. You look a tad nervous. Maybe this will help."
Dilip walked towards her with a big bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. He filled them both, and handed one to Amishi.
"There you go. Bottoms up!" he said and downed the whole shot. Amishi also did the same, feeling her throat burn with the tequila. She winced and looked at Dilip.
"I usually don't drink much, you know. And this is my third drink in like 15 minutes. I don't know why, I am just feeling very nervous today." she said.
"I understand. I can't imagine being in your position, obviously, but if I were, I'd be nervous too." Dilip said. "Here, have one more."
"No, no, I mustn't." Amishi said.
"Come on. Just one more. To give me company. I am nervous too, you know?" Dilip said and poured the tequila again. Once more, both of them downed the shots and winced.
"Why are you...nev..nev...nervous?" Amishi said slurring, and realizing that she had started to cross the line from buzzed into drunk.
"Well, because frankly.... being around too many bosses makes me nervous even usually. And tonight." Dilip said, also slurring a bit. "Plus, you are just so beautiful. Even that pantsuit can not hide the fact that you have a hot body."
"Hehehe, thank you." Amishi giggled flirtatiously... and then suddenly realized... this is not something she should allow a subordinate of hers to say. "Dilip...." she continued
"What?" Dilip said, pouring himself another shot of tequila.
"Dilip...that is very inop...inop..." Amishi struggled to get the word right "Very inappropriate. Remember, you are just an executive assistant to Mr. Bose."
"Yes, sorry." he said, downing his third shot in minutes, "I only meant to compliment you."
"That's fine. Just don't" Amishi said, and then suddenly wagging her finger and breaking into a mild laughter she continued "don't let it happen again or I will punish you."
Amishi was giggling like a college girl for some reason, and despite wanting to stop, she was unable to. Dilip also started laughing. He was about to say something when the phone rang. He answered it, and said to Amishi,
"I am sorry, I need to see to something. I'll be back soon. If they call you in, go in. Best of luck."
And Dilip left. Amishi sat there, drunk, thinking about what to say to everyone. She closed her eyes, and rested back on the couch. About ten minutes later, the door opened and a waiter came in, pushing a cart of food and cocktails. He knocked on the door, and the same bald head of Mr. Shah poked out.
"Oh, the food and drinks are here." he said looking back inside the room. He stood back and opened the door to let the waiter roll the cart in. He then looked at Amishi, smiled and said, "You can come in too now, Miss."
"OK." Amishi said and got up. She took one step, but wobbled uncertainly and fell back on the couch. She was now quite drunk. "I am sorry" she slurred.
"That's fine, let me help you." Shah said and stepping forward, offered her a hand. Amishi grabbed his hand and got up. Shah put an arm around her to hold her steady and lead her inside the room.
The room seemed to Amishi like it was spinning. Taking slow steps, she reached a couch and sat down on it, next to two middle aged men.
"Here's our guest from Delhi. Your surprise, Mr. Bose." Shah said.
Everybody smiled and stared at Amishi. Amishi, resting back on the couch, stared back at them.
"Let me introduce everyone. I am Shah, and these guys are Desai and Reddy next to you, Kulkarni on that chair, Singh over there. And that is Mr. Bose, our boss whom this night is in the honor of." Shah said pointed at the relevant people.
Amishi saw that they were all middle aged men, dressed in t-shirts and shorts, in the spirit of the party.
"Tell us your name...or rather." Shah smiled, "tell us your nickname."
"My nickname?" Amishi slurred.
"Yes, knowing you, all of you usually have nicknames, right? What is yours?" Shah asked.
"Pinky." Amishi said and started giggling. That was the name that everyone in her family called her by.
"Pinky? That's a very sweet name." said Desai, who was seated next to her, with a smile on his face.
"Yes, my nickname is Pinky." Amishi said looking at him squarely, "You see, Daddy said that when I was born my skin was very pink. And my Mommy would always dress me up in pink. So Daddy said I looked completely pink, and everyone started calling me Pinky."
"Interesting." said Bose from the other end of the room. "Do you always talk so much about your Daddy and Mommy at such times?"
Amishi started giggling some more. After a while she stopped giggling and said,
"Sorry, I am just a bit tipsy. I had a lot to drink waiting for you."
"Oh, I see." Desai said. "Well, then we must also drink together."
He gestured to the waiter, and he brought a glass in front of Amishi. She took it tentatively and said,
"I really shouldn't. I have already had so much. I don't want to act all silly and make a bad first impression on you."
"Aww, don't worry." Desai said, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. "You have already made a great first impression on us."
A small voice in Amishi's brain told her to brush Desai's hand away. But he had grabbed her in a very cozy manner, and her head felt nice rested on his shoulder.
"Really?" she said looking into Desai's eyes.
"Really. Have your drink. It's scotch - 18 years old. How old are you?" he asked.
"I am 28. Don't you know?" she said. "I thought all of you must have already been talking about my age. After all you are all so much older."
"You know, you don't look 28 at all" Singh said. "I'd have guessed your age to be 20. You have taken really good care of yourself."
"Thank you." Amishi said, sipping the scotch. "But now that the age thing has come up, let me...let me talk about it."
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Amishi pushed Desai's arm away and tried to stand up. Again, she lost her footing and fell back on the couch. As she did, half the scotch in her glass spiller all over her blazer, and on Desai's shirt.
"Oh shit, I am so sorry." she slurred. "I just couldn't stand up."
"That's OK." Desai said, "Here, let me help you take your blazer off. It's got scotch all over it."
He took the drink from her hand and kept it on the table. He then put his hand on the lapel of her blazer, and pulled it back. Amishi stretched her hands back and let him take it off. She was now sitting there in her shirt.
"Okay, about my age." she slurred again "I am sorry, Mr. Bose, I know this night is all about you, but I want to say a few words to the rest of these gentlemen, if it is okay with you."
"Sure." Mr. Bose said with a mix of confusion and amusement.
"Okay, gentlemen." she said looking at them and trying to gather some words. "So I am 28. We know that. And you are all in your 40s and 50s. But that only makes you older. And me younger. Nothing more. You know what I mean?"
The men smiled at each other and nodded.
"So what I am saying is, age is age. Remember that age has nothing to do with how you perform." she continued.
"Well, it has something to do with performance for sure." Reddy said and started laughing. All the men in the room started laughing too, and this annoyed Amishi.
"Stop. Don't laugh. What I am saying is, what matters to me is performance and to you too it should matter as well, that is my performance. It is all about performance." Amishi said, sensing that she was rambling, "Anyway, what I am saying is, just because I am younger does not mean you can push me around. I deserve respect too."
"Sure, sure, we respect women like you a lot!" Singh said and they all started laughing again.
"Okay, Singh, that.... that is very rude of you. I don't like it. You understand?" Amishi said, raising her voice. "Remember, just because I am younger than you does not mean I will shy from riding you all hard. If I don't get the performance I expect, I will ride you all very hard.
"Who all is in there?" Amishi asked.
"Mr. Bose of course. The man this party is in the honor of. By the way, please keep that in mind. This whole thing is mainly for Mr. Bose's benefit. Everyone else present here is secondary. It is all about Mr. Bose. It's his day, or rather his night now. Hope you know what I mean." he said.
"Yes, I understand." Amishi said nodding her head. Dilip, a loyal executive assistant was probably worried that the welcome for the new boss, who was the owner's daughter, might overshadow the farewell for Mr. Bose. She decided not to step into the limelight too much. "Who else is in there?"
"There's Mr. Desai the finance VP, Mr. Singh the Sales VP, Mr. Kulkarni, the Marketing Chief, Mr. Shah from HR, whom you just saw, and then Mr. Reddy the Operations VP." Dilip said. "But remember, no matter what the others say or do, this night is all about Mr. Bose."
"Yeah, OK." Amishi said. The mention of all the main executives made that sinking feeling in her stomach return. She would have to think about all these things - finance, sales, marketing, HR, operations. In her old job, she was only in charge of one thing. Here....this was going to be so overwhelming.
"What are they discussing in there?" she asked.
"Oh, boring stuff really. Just giving him a summary of all the things in their domains. The pluses and minuses, strengths and weaknesses and all that." Dilip said.
"That sounds interesting. Maybe I should go in too!" Amishi said.
"Haha, no, trust me, it will just bore you out of your mind. The time for you to go in is later. Just sit here. Actually," Dilip walked to a cabinet in the side of the room and opened the minibar, revealing a lot of liquor bottles, "let me pour us both something to drink. You look a tad nervous. Maybe this will help."
Dilip walked towards her with a big bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. He filled them both, and handed one to Amishi.
"There you go. Bottoms up!" he said and downed the whole shot. Amishi also did the same, feeling her throat burn with the tequila. She winced and looked at Dilip.
"I usually don't drink much, you know. And this is my third drink in like 15 minutes. I don't know why, I am just feeling very nervous today." she said.
"I understand. I can't imagine being in your position, obviously, but if I were, I'd be nervous too." Dilip said. "Here, have one more."
"No, no, I mustn't." Amishi said.
"Come on. Just one more. To give me company. I am nervous too, you know?" Dilip said and poured the tequila again. Once more, both of them downed the shots and winced.
"Why are you...nev..nev...nervous?" Amishi said slurring, and realizing that she had started to cross the line from buzzed into drunk.
"Well, because frankly.... being around too many bosses makes me nervous even usually. And tonight." Dilip said, also slurring a bit. "Plus, you are just so beautiful. Even that pantsuit can not hide the fact that you have a hot body."
"Hehehe, thank you." Amishi giggled flirtatiously... and then suddenly realized... this is not something she should allow a subordinate of hers to say. "Dilip...." she continued
"What?" Dilip said, pouring himself another shot of tequila.
"Dilip...that is very inop...inop..." Amishi struggled to get the word right "Very inappropriate. Remember, you are just an executive assistant to Mr. Bose."
"Yes, sorry." he said, downing his third shot in minutes, "I only meant to compliment you."
"That's fine. Just don't" Amishi said, and then suddenly wagging her finger and breaking into a mild laughter she continued "don't let it happen again or I will punish you."
Amishi was giggling like a college girl for some reason, and despite wanting to stop, she was unable to. Dilip also started laughing. He was about to say something when the phone rang. He answered it, and said to Amishi,
"I am sorry, I need to see to something. I'll be back soon. If they call you in, go in. Best of luck."
And Dilip left. Amishi sat there, drunk, thinking about what to say to everyone. She closed her eyes, and rested back on the couch. About ten minutes later, the door opened and a waiter came in, pushing a cart of food and cocktails. He knocked on the door, and the same bald head of Mr. Shah poked out.
"Oh, the food and drinks are here." he said looking back inside the room. He stood back and opened the door to let the waiter roll the cart in. He then looked at Amishi, smiled and said, "You can come in too now, Miss."
"OK." Amishi said and got up. She took one step, but wobbled uncertainly and fell back on the couch. She was now quite drunk. "I am sorry" she slurred.
"That's fine, let me help you." Shah said and stepping forward, offered her a hand. Amishi grabbed his hand and got up. Shah put an arm around her to hold her steady and lead her inside the room.
The room seemed to Amishi like it was spinning. Taking slow steps, she reached a couch and sat down on it, next to two middle aged men.
"Here's our guest from Delhi. Your surprise, Mr. Bose." Shah said.
Everybody smiled and stared at Amishi. Amishi, resting back on the couch, stared back at them.
"Let me introduce everyone. I am Shah, and these guys are Desai and Reddy next to you, Kulkarni on that chair, Singh over there. And that is Mr. Bose, our boss whom this night is in the honor of." Shah said pointed at the relevant people.
Amishi saw that they were all middle aged men, dressed in t-shirts and shorts, in the spirit of the party.
"Tell us your name...or rather." Shah smiled, "tell us your nickname."
"My nickname?" Amishi slurred.
"Yes, knowing you, all of you usually have nicknames, right? What is yours?" Shah asked.
"Pinky." Amishi said and started giggling. That was the name that everyone in her family called her by.
"Pinky? That's a very sweet name." said Desai, who was seated next to her, with a smile on his face.
"Yes, my nickname is Pinky." Amishi said looking at him squarely, "You see, Daddy said that when I was born my skin was very pink. And my Mommy would always dress me up in pink. So Daddy said I looked completely pink, and everyone started calling me Pinky."
"Interesting." said Bose from the other end of the room. "Do you always talk so much about your Daddy and Mommy at such times?"
Amishi started giggling some more. After a while she stopped giggling and said,
"Sorry, I am just a bit tipsy. I had a lot to drink waiting for you."
"Oh, I see." Desai said. "Well, then we must also drink together."
He gestured to the waiter, and he brought a glass in front of Amishi. She took it tentatively and said,
"I really shouldn't. I have already had so much. I don't want to act all silly and make a bad first impression on you."
"Aww, don't worry." Desai said, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. "You have already made a great first impression on us."
A small voice in Amishi's brain told her to brush Desai's hand away. But he had grabbed her in a very cozy manner, and her head felt nice rested on his shoulder.
"Really?" she said looking into Desai's eyes.
"Really. Have your drink. It's scotch - 18 years old. How old are you?" he asked.
"I am 28. Don't you know?" she said. "I thought all of you must have already been talking about my age. After all you are all so much older."
"You know, you don't look 28 at all" Singh said. "I'd have guessed your age to be 20. You have taken really good care of yourself."
"Thank you." Amishi said, sipping the scotch. "But now that the age thing has come up, let me...let me talk about it."
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Amishi pushed Desai's arm away and tried to stand up. Again, she lost her footing and fell back on the couch. As she did, half the scotch in her glass spiller all over her blazer, and on Desai's shirt.
"Oh shit, I am so sorry." she slurred. "I just couldn't stand up."
"That's OK." Desai said, "Here, let me help you take your blazer off. It's got scotch all over it."
He took the drink from her hand and kept it on the table. He then put his hand on the lapel of her blazer, and pulled it back. Amishi stretched her hands back and let him take it off. She was now sitting there in her shirt.
"Okay, about my age." she slurred again "I am sorry, Mr. Bose, I know this night is all about you, but I want to say a few words to the rest of these gentlemen, if it is okay with you."
"Sure." Mr. Bose said with a mix of confusion and amusement.
"Okay, gentlemen." she said looking at them and trying to gather some words. "So I am 28. We know that. And you are all in your 40s and 50s. But that only makes you older. And me younger. Nothing more. You know what I mean?"
The men smiled at each other and nodded.
"So what I am saying is, age is age. Remember that age has nothing to do with how you perform." she continued.
"Well, it has something to do with performance for sure." Reddy said and started laughing. All the men in the room started laughing too, and this annoyed Amishi.
"Stop. Don't laugh. What I am saying is, what matters to me is performance and to you too it should matter as well, that is my performance. It is all about performance." Amishi said, sensing that she was rambling, "Anyway, what I am saying is, just because I am younger does not mean you can push me around. I deserve respect too."
"Sure, sure, we respect women like you a lot!" Singh said and they all started laughing again.
"Okay, Singh, that.... that is very rude of you. I don't like it. You understand?" Amishi said, raising her voice. "Remember, just because I am younger than you does not mean I will shy from riding you all hard. If I don't get the performance I expect, I will ride you all very hard.
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