Oh my days: Part 6

It was business as usual next day, me and my team working with  vengeance, accomplished in a day's time what we normally take a week to do. 'Make ourselves indispensable'. That was our motto. Our hands were clean, so why fret? Aha.I came up with this simple psychological solution. The idea was obtained from my numerous relationships, post breakup pretend you are doing better; if you are not( I always do better post breakup)

Around lunch time, I asked Arthur to join me and called Simba to tell him about the plan. Basically, i was going to create a make-believe-rendezvous and allow Simba to use this opportunity to bond with Arthur. Even if my love life is sucky at the best, why prevent others from falling in love? hmmm.... Why let others fall in love? hmmm...
No!
No!
Come on Ronny, Be a man! Defeated  by rational thought, i began to make my way to the cafeteria.It took me a while to find that golden mop head, Simba was so proud of.Oh! it looked like Simba din't need my help at all, for he was in deep conversation with Arthur, Both their heads lowered and voices hushed. So, i decided not to disturb them( curse my rational thought) and made my way back to my office, suddenly feeling lonely. My Simba, How he has grown. Capable of making decisions on his own. Sniff. Sniff. I remembered the time Simba used to cling to me and wait on my every word. Ah! how times change.

I made my way back to my office and i barely placed my bum on the chair, when someone knocked.
"Boss" yusuf said as he walked in and took a seat.
"Yusuf"
"Listen boss, about the whole spying thing"
"!"
"Did you know that Micheal is under suspicion"
"...."
"Boss!!"
Wondering about the pause dear reader? Yes that's cause it is not a pause. It is me, talking at mach speed.
Slowing down, this is what i said.
"Whatthefuckareyoutalkingabout"
Slowing down further
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I got to know, Boss, that Micheal is under suspicion of being the spy. Like James Bond only the bad guy"
Bad comparison, but i let it slip.
"How did you find out?" i of course pretended to be calm and composed, where as mind was working like"-----" (mach speed, as previously mentioned)
" Coincidental, actually..I.."
"No. You did not overhear this in the toilet" I face palmed.
"How rude!! No actually, You no Roberto Cavalli right?"
"Ya, Micheal's boss..."
"Ya, he was talking to Micheal about this at the T junction and i was behind the water cooler. They probably thought the location was perfect"
T junction, dear reader is our nickname for a spot in the corridor, if you remember where i had my altercation with the above mentioned. Well that spot is very secluded, and many a secrets have those walls heard. Many a men's back have they supported whilst the said man was imitating Atlas,only the burden here was a women. I for my part have also had a coital sojourn with someone whose name i don't recollect. A man of course. Anyway, the water cooler that yusuf mentioned, was actually diametrically opposite to the T junction and not visible from the other side and the only was to access the cooler was from our end of the corridor and the only way you can hear conversations from the other side is if you have bat like years or if Yusuf was your man and Yusuf was my man!
"Great going yusuf, now repeat their conversation"
"Well  Boss..."
To sum it up, Micheal may have been a spy.
"Is that all"
"Ya. I couldn't get anything more, except Roberto informing Micheal of the status quo"
"So Roberto....? "
"Ya...! Maybe Boss"
"Hmmm. Does not look good at all"
"What?"
"Yusuf, my good man. Return to your seat and do not, I repeat Do not talk about this to anyone, get the rest and come to cafe nero after office hours. We will talk then, before that, i need to get more information"
" Ok, Ronald, Will see you in the evening".
While Yusuf walked out, my treacherous mind was pointing out the fact that, i was in deep shit. So deep that  I could not see any other option, but to go to Fernando, and man, was i hoping not to ever let him see me in bad light ever again. Jeez.

Here is where dear reader, when i chronicle my memoirs, i would right "Knock.Knock" , but i din't actually do it. Fernando's room was open, so i walked in.
"Ronald" If he was surprised to see me, he din't show it.
"Fernando" i said getting down to business straight away
"Is Micheal a spy?" There, nothing like a direct attack.
Now, Fernando was genuinely shocked,
"What are you asking?"
"I want to know..."
"Shhhhh" he said, closing the door and bolting it.
"Ever heard of the word Discretion? "
"No"
That put a smile on his face and again, i was taken in by how handsome he was.
"Fernando...."
"Look Ronald, I have no idea who fed you such ridiculous notions"
"Bats" i sniggered
"What?"
"Never mind. But is he or is he not?" Why wont this man just come out with the facts?
"I am not allowed to divulge such details".
"Don't give me that bull. I am in serious trouble if Micheal is the spy."
"What makes you think that?"
Now, i wanted to do a Chuck Norris on him. What?What he asks, makes me think that.
" That's because, I was in a sexual relationship with him, for the past 5 months". There, i said it! now give me the cooties.
"Ya, i know that. I heard your breakup".
"Good. If you know, then it will speed-en up your though process" caustic comments are not really my thing but i had reached the end of my patience. Guess, he din't expect that from me.

"Sit down, Ronny" he motioned in a gentle tone.
"So?"
"Well, Ronny, i doubt if you can keep a secret, but still, i will give some information. What i say,..."
"Ya does not leave this room"  we smiled at each other.
He then went on to explain, how for the past few years, Lamborghini's major competitors like Mclaren were designing vehicles with specs very similar to ours. For a while it was assumed to be because of the newer technologies available to all auto-manufactures. But lately, the interiors especially of the last two models had uncanny resemblance to our own(Actually, this is not a bad thing. Lot of vehicle interiors were similar. But the issue according to Fernando was attributed to the dashboard and the material texture.Each dashboard is unique, and auto manufactures take pride in the individual aspect of it. The only individual aspect of different vehicles.And dashboard design is my specialty.I have won numerous awards for that), their vehicles were released before ours, which put us in a state of bother. For a while now, my department has been under the scanner and we din't even know it. We were being monitored. (Oh! the outrage)But no evidence could be found internally, nor could they track any paybacks to us.
"I remember that. Our team was asked to do two separate DB designs and we were not told which design was finalized"
"Yes, Infact all department, including the vehicle body design was asked to come up with a extra design.How come, Ronny, You din't question Cassandra?"
"Actually, it was a regular practice here, until maybe a year or so. So, i guess nobody thought of questioning it."
"Really? Man, you Europeans sure are strange".
"But..."
"hmm?"
"Actually, It was Roberto who cancelled that multiple design option. Said we should try doing things like the Americans. I wonder how it got through with the board members"
"Ronny...?"
"So, ya.. are we in the clear?"
"Unfortunately no"
"why... you said.."
"Ya. Accordingly, just because they couldn't find anything at the present, doesn't really eliminate you guys. Plus, you are yet to start on the new DB and the last db was over a year ago. So Micheal angle will have to be ruled out"
"So does that mean he is not the spy?"
"I never said that".
"But me?..us?"
"I will try to clear you guys... I promise.But you guys have to stay away from Micheal and Roberto for a while. Don't talk to him.. Anywhere".
"So, is Eben your Boyfriend?"changing tracks, was also my speciality
"What? Where did that come from Ronald?" he said while ruffling his hair. He was embarrassed.
"Just curious." I knew it. He is!
"We are friends. Like... you and Simba".
" There is no way you guys can be friends like me and Simba".
"......"
"Anyway, i will leave now" walking out the door, i could see that Fernando had a strange glint in his eyes.
Wonder what that means. Wonder what all this means. I made my way back to the office to pack up for the day and get my stomach ready for the acidic inflow and sugar overload.

Oh my days: Part 5

I am a bull, Hear me roar.or is that Moo? Do bull moo or cows? No i am not a cow. Just asking. Anyway after Fernando left, i roared and roared until i could roar no more. If you were standing outside right at that moment i was roaring, i am sorry dear reader, you could not have heard me for i was roaring in my head.  I am not a barbarian see, to roar out loud. So how many roars have you counted? hmm? Anyway after a while, i felt better and was able to get back to my work of staring out the window.

The day ended without further drama,though i did get a mail asking for my availability on the 26th of the month to face the firing squad. I reverted in the affirmative and gloomily signed off. I sms'ed Simba to see if he wanted to grab a drink and he replied in the negative, so i decided to go to cafe nero nearby sit for a while and trudge back home( if you can trudge back in your car. hmmm maybe if you have a Hummer.) Anyway i reached nero ordered large mocha and blueberry muffin's(my fav, the muffin not the coffee. You do remember dear reader that i am tea drinker and coffee was my latest acquisition) and found a quite corner to sit and gawk.I must have dreamt quite a catcher full( Dream catcher fool!) with my eyes wide open for when i finally got back to reality, the crowd around me had thinned and i had had 4 muffins and one pie. Urgh!! I really felt sick, so decided to leg it. I had my back to the door and was clearing my spread, when I saw Fernando get up and walk towards me. Wait.Wait. What the hell was he doing in here? I din't even know he was here, but now i could see that he was accompanied by Iben, and both were drinking coffee and eating pastries. Sometimes my power of observation amazes me for dear reader, Fernando and his man-friend were quite far from where i was seated. Anyway, He was walking towards me, taking long strides and my panic-meter was filling up like..like..like and i ran. I turned around and ran. My grandmother told me that "Whenever you see a adversary, you must stand up and.. and.. RUN.

And ran i did!! I am no lily-livered. My legs can pack quite a thrust and with each push against dear mother earth, i gained  about 500m (Its'true, ask that dog chasing after me) Anyway after i was sure that i broke all olympic records, sound barriers, Flash Gordon's speed and other unbroken records, i decided to halt and take in the scenery(Actually, i was lost). Anyway i was pulling my phone out to check the gps, when a jag pulled up in front of me. Le Horror. Fernando got out of the car and i just gaped,too tired to run any further since adrenaline left my soul faster than air hissing outta of a torn balloon. I must have looked quite stupid for Fernando was trying not to laugh. and for some reason, i really wanted to break the brick wall with my bare knuckles, but i refrained with great determination and control.
" Man, Ronny you run really fast". There i told you and you dear reader din't believe me.
" What do you want Fernando? " i hissed.
"Seriously ronny, why did you run? i just wanted to say hi and talk"
" I ran because..
" Because i was overcome with sudden need to digest my food" . Lame. I know. But hy see if you can do better.
"Digest your food. That's funny. " he grinned showing his even pearly whites, which were sparkling in the fading evening glow. Again, i was stuck by how effortlessly charming and handsome bordering on beautiful Fernando was. I was also stuck by the urgent need to hide my nether regions. He must have noticed. But din't react and i din't care to respond either.
" So", i drawled," What do you want?".
" Ronald, please accept my apology. I was out of line and i really din't mean to undermine you in anyway".
His apology sounded sincere, but i was still upset and all i wanted to do was to turn my nose up and walk away.
" It's fine. I raised my voice too, Guess that makes us even" I said all this while turning my nose up in my head. I politely offered my hand and he took it. I obviously din't want to let go, and in some weird way, neither did he. My treacherous loins. Letting me down at all wrong times.
" Do you want a ride back"
" Ah no, my digestion cycle is not complete, so i will continue running for a while" Lame became Lamer personified. and my need to break brick walls increase by the milli second.
Incredulity was etched on Fernando's face, but he simply said " Eh? Is that so. Ok then, I will see you tomorrow."
"Ya sure", I stood, waiting for the car to pull away and was also happy to see that he had come alone and that insufferable Iben was left behind. I waited couple of minutes, called for a taxi and reached home in time for my soaps.