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My name is Lenin and my wife is Anuja, she is 25 years age and we were married for the past 6 months and it was love marriage and we don’t have any support from both our family. She is 38C-32-38. The incident I am going to narrate is a real one. It happened just a week back.
I work in a private export firm that exports garments, it’s a small firm with around 20 odd employees, since I am the only professional MBA in comparison to my other colleagues I directly report into the MD Mr. Hussain.
Mr Hussain is close to 55 years old has a dark face with spots and would be considered ugly had it not been for his muscular body and height. He is also immediately dressed, and wears the best of suites. He is not a professional MBA but is very sly shrewd and opportunistic to the core
Mr Hussain has married twice but has no kids till date. The guy is a sex maniac to the core, his Laptop is filled with pics of naked young girls of the age of his daughter in short skirts
But Mr. Hussain really like me he respects my qualification and business sense. He tells me that he sees me as his next successor in business who would take his firm to the next level. In the last few days Mr. Hussain has been really worried because of the Rupee appreciation against dollars as this has adversely hit his income.
It was a Saturday 21st April I reached office on time, although Saturdays are generally off days I go to office on Sat to complete miscellaneous work. To my surprise I found Mr. Hussain there.
Me: Good Morning Sir, you are in office today.
MD: Good Morning Lenin yeah I am just not able to rest in peace since this damn rupee started gaining momentum.
Me. Sir you shouldn’t be worried such thing are cyclical an economy goes through such phases
MD: I hope you are correct like always, but what brings you here?
Me: I wanted to send the mails to the Ad agency that we spoke of on Friday couldn’t do it yesterday.
MD: What the fuck why don’t you send the mail of Monday take a break you have a young wife take her out. Why are you wasting your sat?
Me. No sir I want to send it today so that they can start work on it first thing on a Monday.
MD: You are mad (he said that with an appreciative smile)
Once you finish writing the mail come to my cabin have something to tell you. Once I had written the mail I went to Mr. Hussain’s cabin he was sitting there alone staring at the wall, I became really worried for him as he was very tense again
Me Sir you are worrying again, I told you that these things are temporary
I work in a private export firm that exports garments, it’s a small firm with around 20 odd employees, since I am the only professional MBA in comparison to my other colleagues I directly report into the MD Mr. Hussain.
Mr Hussain is close to 55 years old has a dark face with spots and would be considered ugly had it not been for his muscular body and height. He is also immediately dressed, and wears the best of suites. He is not a professional MBA but is very sly shrewd and opportunistic to the core
Mr Hussain has married twice but has no kids till date. The guy is a sex maniac to the core, his Laptop is filled with pics of naked young girls of the age of his daughter in short skirts
But Mr. Hussain really like me he respects my qualification and business sense. He tells me that he sees me as his next successor in business who would take his firm to the next level. In the last few days Mr. Hussain has been really worried because of the Rupee appreciation against dollars as this has adversely hit his income.
It was a Saturday 21st April I reached office on time, although Saturdays are generally off days I go to office on Sat to complete miscellaneous work. To my surprise I found Mr. Hussain there.
Me: Good Morning Sir, you are in office today.
MD: Good Morning Lenin yeah I am just not able to rest in peace since this damn rupee started gaining momentum.
Me. Sir you shouldn’t be worried such thing are cyclical an economy goes through such phases
MD: I hope you are correct like always, but what brings you here?
Me: I wanted to send the mails to the Ad agency that we spoke of on Friday couldn’t do it yesterday.
MD: What the fuck why don’t you send the mail of Monday take a break you have a young wife take her out. Why are you wasting your sat?
Me. No sir I want to send it today so that they can start work on it first thing on a Monday.
MD: You are mad (he said that with an appreciative smile)
Once you finish writing the mail come to my cabin have something to tell you. Once I had written the mail I went to Mr. Hussain’s cabin he was sitting there alone staring at the wall, I became really worried for him as he was very tense again
Me Sir you are worrying again, I told you that these things are temporary