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Soon the names were called one after the other. And people started walking towards the examination room all tensed.
"Hemant Singh!" My neighbor had been called making him wipe his forehead glistening with sweat, fix his yellow turban before heading towards the dreadful room.
Kavya was the one who came out of the room with her shoulders slumped, like she felt defeated. Unable to stand watching her slumped shoulders, I headed towards her only to find tears glistening in her eyes, threatening to shed.
"Kavya?" I called gently. She engulf me in a sudden hug and silently cried over my shoulder.
"He's horrible, Rynah! He's so horrible!" She mumbled over and over again.
"Who?" I asked even when I had an idea who she was talking about.
"Mr. Raivardhan... He is such a jerk!" She gritted her teeth.
"Why? What happened?" I frowned. She pulled away and opened her mouth to explain.
"Rynah Kundra," I heard my name being called and blood drained from my face as I stared at the woman who called for me from the meeting room 2 before closing the door behind her.
Kavya just gave me an emphatic look as I moved towards the door. Nausea took over my entire being. With trembling hands and a rapidly pounding heart, I knocked at the door.
"Come in," the woman who had called my name, permitted. I walked in with wobbly legs and mustered a little smile that I didn’t even know I had in me. At the end of the room sat six people behind a curved table. Five of board members were in their later forties. Four of them being men while their fifth partner was a woman. And the last person was none other than Viaan himself, who had been seated in the middle. Their faces housed grave expressions. They glanced through the files laid before them.
A whiteboard placed a few feet away from their table along with a marker and duster, beside a lone chair. Memories of sitting in an interview resurfaced.
Walking towards them with a timid smile, I stood beside the chair waiting for anyone to oblige me to sit. It never came, they just stared at me while Viaan stared at the file.
"May I sit?" I asked in a slightly trembling voice, feeling my jelly legs. No one spoke, Viaan just gestured at the chair allowing it.
"Care to explain why your performance has been so low, Ms. Kundra?" Viaan raised his eyes to meet mine. To say I had forgotten how to speak would be a great way to put my condition at the moment.
"S-sir?" Finally, I was able to let the word out of my mouth.
"This file here," he raised the file before him as he continued, "Is your progress report and I see that you have never met the expectations in the designing team, care to explain why? Are we wasting our money on you?"
"I-I've only recently joined the designing team. I—" he cut me off in the middle asking, "When was the date of your joining?"
I frowned trying to remember, "Almost a month ago...?"
"Okay, what are the basic strategies that we implement before designing our projects? The board is there, write it down for us," He said leaning back in his chair, somehow showcasing his dominance.
Basic strategies that they implemented before designing?How was I supposed to know when Anand put me in the development team for three weeks and I was shifted to the design team just a week ago? And above all, I was still learning the ropes about what processes were followed here...
"I-I didn't—" he cut me off for the second time, "We don't have the entire day Ms. Kundra. Please proceed to the board."
I hesitantly got up and stepped towards the board feeling eyes on my back. I looked over my shoulder before picking the marker.
Basic strategies of the company could refer to anything! It could be the procedures to follow, methods to implement, tools to be used, documents to be produced, the list can go on and on... What was I supposed to write here?
Taking a deep breath, I turned to face them again, "Sir, I-"
"You what, Ms. Kundra? Don't you know the simple basics of the department you worked in for a month?" Viaan asked annoyed.
"Let me explain-"
"Explain what? Except for the fact that you somehow managed to graduate from an IIT and got into this company, you don't even know the basics even after one month?" Viaan stood up buttoning his coat as he walked around the desk, just to stop before me. He glared into my eyes. Our closeness allowed me to feel his minty breath on my face. His hands buried themselves in his pockets.
"Sir, please..." I whimpered feeling my desperation sweep through my body. My voice trembled, tears pooled on the edge of my eyes.
"I don't care who you are Ms. Kundra. I don't care if you are the president's daughter orthe Raivardhan-connection," he said the last words so sardonically that made me cringe visibly, "I don't give a shit about it. All I need is your skills and knowledge to run this company but you seem to have none. Answer this and you may keep your job, else feel free to walk out anytime and never come back. I can run my company without you."
