The senior manager called her for a meeting in his office. He sat behind his desk. He was a broad-shouldered, stern-looking man with an impassive face.
"Look. You think that I have no idea what's going on in my team. You're wrong," he said bluntly.
She stared back at him, waiting for him to continue. A slight
frown creased his forehead. He scratched his forehead, as if to iron out the
crease.
“Look, I know you both don’t get along of late. Some sort of
fight or something. But this – this is an office. You cannot waste the company’s
time with such things. I expect you to keep whatever personal problems you have
out of your work. This project is very important. You both will be the head
coordinators. Assemble a team, get me results.”
She was reluctant to agree. She did not want to work with
the person the manager was teaming her up with. “But, sir-,” she began to
protest.
“Please come back to my office at 4 pm today. I expect you
both to finalize the team by then. I will have a brief meeting with you both to
discuss the strategy. That’s all. You may leave.”
She pursed her lips. There was
no point arguing. She must face the awkwardness that was bound to come.
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Two weeks ago
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They would bicker like old
wives. Not a day went by without him trying (and succeeding) at getting on her
nerves, and she silently mouthing obscenities in his general direction. The rest
of the team members no longer paid heed to their arguments. Until one Friday,
two weeks ago, he said to her, “Come with me for a movie tomorrow.”
“What?!” she asked with an
expression of fury that she reserved especially for him.
“I am asking you to come
with me for a movie. Tomorrow.”
She was convinced he was
mocking her. This was some sort of a set up. There were people waiting for her
to say “Yes” so that they could point and laugh at her. She said in a voice,
loud enough for the springers and crashers to hear, “Alright, you know what! I have
had enough of your mockery. You cannot just keep thinking I am some sort of
stupid person at whose expense you can have a laugh at whenever you feel like. Is
that clear?!”
She threw one last furious
glance at him and walked out of the bay. If she did not know better, she could
have sworn she saw a hurt look in his eyes.
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Today. 4 pm. Manager’s
cabin.
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The manager was at another
meeting. The cabin was empty except for the two silent employees waiting for
the manager to arrive. They did not look at each other. She had secretly made
up her mind to back out of the project. The silence is the cabin was growing
stifling each minute.
“Listen,” his voice broke
the silence, startling her, “This is ridiculous. It’s childish. We must learn
to compartmentalize things; we cannot let our personal differences get in the way
of a project as important as this.”
She looked at him. His eyes
did not have their characteristic mocking glint. He looked serious, perhaps for
the first time in his life. It made her feel foolish. Yes, she was being childish.
She nodded. He brought out his laptop. He had already drawn up a list of team-members
and had made a chart of roles and responsibilities. He gave her a brief idea of
the strategy he planned to propose to the manager. At the end of his briefing,
he suddenly asked her, “So… you didn’t answer me?”
“About what?” she
questioned.
“About the movie. Will you
come with me? Or do you prefer theatre?”
She smiled. “I prefer
theatre.”
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