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Unexpected Exodus

"How do you know Kiran?" Sudheer asks.

              The clock reads 7:30 P.M.  Everyone has gone home.

              "We met during the interview," I sigh, feeling strange looking at the empty floor.

              "If you had joined the day he did, you could have attended the induction together." Unlike Shyam and Shakil, Sudheer isn’t a nerd or a lunatic. He looks to be somewhere in between. “Kiran is getting bored alone," he adds.

              ‘At least someone thinks about me.’

              "Do these inductions really bore?" I fire back.

              "Um, not really, but they will give you an overview about the organization, various teams, what, as an organization, we do, blah, blah," Sudheer explains.

              My lips form the words "I understand," and my head shakes in agreement. "When do you think they will ask me to attend?"

              He stops speaking for a second. "Um, I'll get back to you on this," he concludes. While there is a popular saying: "No one gets back to you in the corporate," the opposite is also true. I know he won't respond to me because of this.

              "I want to tell you something.” Sudheer sounds hesitant.

              “What about?”

              "I am not sure whether you're aware," Sudheer dawdles. 

              My stomach tightens as I wait to hear what he has to say. "No, nobody told me anything."

              He sighs deeply.

              ‘Please, please, Sudheer, tell me you’re straight.’ I try hard not to chuckle.

              He begins, "Shyam," but he stops himself. I hold my breath, unsure of what he is going to say. Suddenly, he breaks the silence, saying "Shakil…"

              "In a relationship? Hey Bhagwan…”

              Ignoring me, he mumbles awkwardly, "... and I."

              ‘Have a crush on the same girl? That hottie?’ The humour within me is building to a fever pitch and about to explode. I clench my teeth and put up a good fight.

              "We three have resigned," Sudheer completes, gazing down, his tone reeking of remorse. "And 31st October is our last working day at ‘Revenge’."

              Panic grips me in that moment. "What? What? What?” In retrospect, my response is very soap opera-like. "And....                 Curious to explore more? Dive into the full chapter and immerse yourself in the captivating narrative. https://www.amazon.in/dp/B0CRRN7543/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3ON9QG8HHJOCO&keywords=whispers+of+the+workplace&qid=1704813349&sprefix=%2Caps%2C161&sr=8-1

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