The Spoilt Brat
The weather outside was the perfect mix of sunny and breezy. She could almost imagine walking down the street, feeling the sun on her face as her hair moved with the wind! It was the kind of weather that’d make one stay outdoors all day long.
Jennifer Weston cursed again as she glanced longingly at the street below. She had a tight deadline to meet on her latest project and she hadn’t finished her first draft yet. Her boss was already breathing fire and if he didn’t have something by the end of the day, he’d be frothing at the mouth.
Jenny, as she liked to be called, worked as a Copywriting Intern at one of the biggest Ad agencies in the country. While her friends thought it was a cool job, she hated the always-on pressure to create wonders!
She wondered why every project deadline had to be such a measly amount of time. Ever since she’d joined the firm six months ago, she’d been assigned one project after the other, each one with a shorter deadline than the previous one.
Her last project was to create a punchline for an ad that Bohra Bakers, a local bakery chain that wanted to expand into distribution, was creating. Their claim to fame was the Butter Cookies they baked and sold through their network of six bakeries scattered across the city.
She loved their butter cookies! They just melted in the mouth and were yummy! Their ad though, she thought it was a stupid one! It was about a kid trying to steal cookies from the kitchen and getting caught. It was 30-second segment that included some shots of the butter cookies as they were baked. At the end, they wanted to put up a punchline that’d go viral.
It was the brainchild of the new MD of Bohra Bakers, Mr. Bohra’s eldest son, Gaurav Bohra — a 27-year old entitled SOB that thought he knew everything about everything. He’d never put in a hard day’s work, and he acted as if he’d created the company from scratch!
Why was she thinking about that spoilt brat when she was supposed to be coming up with a, in that idiot’s words, ‘Jhakaas’? Probably because he looked at her every time he said that word in the briefing meeting. The idiot, as she kept referring to him in her mind, had to repeat that word at least half a dozen times in that meeting, and every time, regardless of who he was speaking to, he’d turn towards her right at the moment he uttered ’Jhakaas’!
It’d made her uncomfortable during the meeting, and then, when he’d come back a few days later to discuss some finances with her boss, he’d stopped by her desk and casually asked her, “Hi Jenny! How is that ‘Jhakaas’ punchline coming along?” This time, he’d been looking straight at her while asking, and he had such an expectant look on his face while waiting for her response, that she’d been amused instead.
She’d just laughed and said, “It’s a work in progress Gaurav. ‘Jhakaas’ doesn’t happen easily, you know!” The way his eyes lit up as she used his new-favorite word, she didn’t know if she should be flattered that he thought so highly of her, or upset that he was not asking her directly.
Her friends would be surprised to hear that she was even thinking about all this. She was infamous during her college years as the “Ice Princess” who had no interest in boys and their silly pursuits, choosing to focus her time and energy on academics.
Not that she didn’t know how to let her hair down, she just didn’t like the loud and crowded places her friends frequented. She preferred to spend her time in quiet places such as book stores. She thought it was a perfectly acceptable past time, she could spend hours sitting in a corner, sipping some coffee and paging through her latest find.
Sappy romances were her guilty pleasure and she didn’t want her friends to find out. She was sure that they’d use that as ammunition to make fun of her! It was a good thing that all her friends in the city ran the other way as soon as she said anything about reading.
Enough with the day-dreaming! She needed to focus! She started scribbling lines that came to her mind…
“Butter Cookies Ka Baap, Bohra Bakers!”
“Jadoo Ki Jhappi Jaisi Bohra Ki Butter Cookie”
“Butter Cookie Chaho Toh Bohra Bakery Aao!”
“Okay, this isn’t working! Each one is more ridiculous than the previous one.”, she thought. She needed a break. So, she glanced towards the far-right corner where her boss held fort, confirmed that he wasn’t looking, and made a run for the elevators.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, she rushed in, and promptly collided with someone already standing inside the elevator. Funnily enough, she rushed into a wall of muscle that wouldn’t budge, and to stop herself from falling, she held on to the arms of whoever she collided into. As her luck would have it, an amused voice quipped, “Hey, fancy seeing you here! I thought you were writing up a storm for our ad!”
“Oh my god! It had to be you!” she thought as she pushed back and stood at one corner of the elevator. Then, she heard him laughing and asked, “I just spoke aloud, didn’t I?” and he just nodded while continuing to laugh. She just hung her head and waited for the elevator to reach the ground floor lobby.
“So, where are you off to in such a hurry?” he asked.
“No idea, I just wanted some air.”
“Cool! I was going downstairs for the same reason. Wanna grab a cup of coffee at the CCD down the street? They have an outdoor seating area where you can feel the breeze, and enjoy the coffee.”
“I was going there, but now that you mention it, I’ll have to find another place.”
“What? Why? I’m not that bad! I promise I will be quiet while you recharge your brain. I just didn’t want to drink my coffee alone.”
“Oh, okay then. I’ll come with you. But I’m paying for my coffee!”
“Well, I didn’t offer to pay for you. If you want to, you can pay for mine too!”
“You are shameless!”, she said while thinking, “Maybe he isn’t so bad after all!”
And as the elevator doors opened, they both walked out with smiles on their faces.
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