It is not easy to write fiction under this sort of pressure it turns out. That's the reason no fiction has been written. I can't write this without actually giving myself 30 minutes of timebox which I don't have because I have 10 more posts to write today. It's crazy that I'm putting myself in such stress but whatever, here...we...go.
Anu was late to work. Not that anybody cared, the security guard gave her a lazy smile as she walked up the stairs. Shouting from the accounting department early in the day this morning. That was new. She dropped her handbag on her desk and made herself a cup of hot water on the coffee machine. No tea today, she needed to relax with everything that had happened. Maybe the HR department had something going on. She walked across the office with measured pace, checking up on everybody. Nothing new since last evening, besides the new college hire who claimed to have seen Shahrukh khan on the speed. Always something to show off, these young kids, never quite content with their lives. She took a long sip of hot water, scalding her tongue in the process. Oh well. Slow day.
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