I am here to help
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Next few days went in a blur for me. Office, classes and study at home, I hardly had time to talk to anybody and everything was so tough, my exams were coming and I really wanted to score good.
Few days later, I was discussing something in the office when he came, hold my wrist and dragged me to his cabin. I found him very angry and couldn't understand why he is so furious. He pointed on his screen and asked me to read it.
I looked at his screen and found some Charts which I made. He asked me if I know what I did, I nodded my head left right saying no. He made me look at it carefully and I realized I made the charts exactly opposite of how I was supposed to make them. Oh God, I am in trouble.
"You wouldn't have done this if you had paid attention to what I was saying in the meeting rather than playing on your stupid phone. I was observing you and you were constantly laughing and looking at your phone God knows doing what. I will not tolerate this, Nicolle."
He paused for a minute, tried to calm himself.
"There is no such thing as a warning in my office. Since Aunty asked me to help, I am saying this to you. If I have to warn you again then pack your belongings move out of my office even before my warning" He yelled and asked me to leave.
I know I did a mistake but yesterday was Sam's birthday. He is my neighbor; can't I wish him. It's not like my Chart was going to impact the company turn-over or something.
When I started to leave for my class, he came out and looked at me
"You are not going to your class today, I asked them to send your study material, and a video recording of the class. You will stay here till night to complete the chart and THIS TIME; I don't want to see any error in that."
" What, I will have to stay here till I complete the chart?"
"You better start now, or I can ask you to stay here till morning"
I looked at my screen and started doing it, since I knew there is no way he will agree. It took me 6 hours to complete it. Luckily Hazel had some work to do, so she stayed me.
I went to his cabin, thinking that he must be relaxing, or having dinner while I was working. To my surprise, he was working and had my corrected chart print out in front of him. I looked at him in surprise and he told me that he fixed it the moment I left as he don't like waiting for anything, but he wanted me to do it correctly, so he made me sit in office.
I was so angry, what is he, a teacher? Giving detention. I did not talk to him during dinner at a nearby restaurant or my way at home. I wanted to break his head. I am here to attend my classes and he made me miss them.
He parked the car and come out as if nothing happened. I opened my door, and shouted at him about my classes. He didn't respond and continued to walk. Ahh, this man. I walked behind him and continued to ask him but he didn't look back and shut his door on my face, without even looking that my right hand came between the doors and was bleeding.
I screamed in pain, but he didn't listen. I came back to my room and by the pain, and swelling, I could say that I broke my wrist and there is no way it will heal within 2 weeks for me to give my exams.
Everything is ruined, I can't give my exams for which I was preparing for almost a year, as I can't write with a broken hand. I knocked at my Aunty room, and they took me to doctor immediately. I lied to them and said, my hand got in bathroom door. The doctor put a cast and told me to give my hand rest for 3-4 weeks. I cried all night seeing my year wasted in front of me, just because of a stupid person.
Next morning, I was packing my things, as there was no use to stay if I can't give my exam. Someone knocked and I knew it was Alex.
"You don't look good, something happened?"
"Yes, I am leaving for California today. I was busy packing." I don't know why, but I didn't let him see my hand.
"You are leaving today, why? Is it because of yesterday? Seriously, just one obstacle and you gave up? What about your dreams Huh? You can't handle challenges in your life. One day, just one day you had to work extra, correcting your own mistakes, and you are all set to run away. Typical".
He huffed at me and left. I didn't pay any attention since I was already broken inside. My whole year was wasted. I fell near my suitcase and started sobbing.
Few moments later the door opened with a force, and I saw Alex with a surprised look. He came to me, sat on his knees, and looked at my right hand. I could see that he had an apologetic look on his face as if he knew what happened last night. He said Aunty told him about my hand and he immediately understood what happened.
"I am Sorry, I didn't know about this. I should have been careful. You were walking behind me and I shut the door, that must have caused this, not your bathroom door, right?"
Tears started rolling down my face and I couldn't say anything. He asked me to sit on the bed, asked me if I still want to give exams?
"Are you mad? How can I appear for my exams with broken hand?"
"If you really want to appear for your exams, I will help you in every possible way. You just need to say the word. I will be there by your side. I promised Aunty, and today I am promising you if you still want to go ahead with your exams, I will make sure you pass."
I don't know what it was, but there was something magical in his voice and I knew he is true to his words. But if I couldn't write properly, I didn't want him to use his influence.
"Don't worry, I will not interfere in your exams and neither will I use my position to change your results." he replied as if he read my mind.
I nodded.
"That's like it. Now I want you to focus on your left hand and try to write from left hand. Just basic words, try to make straight lines, write few pages, try to do it for the day. And about your course, I will help you when I am back from my office at 10, is it OK?"
I was not sure, but what other option I had. It was either no exam, or at least an effort. I agreed, to which he smiled and left for office. I took out my notebook and started to write my name. Nicolle
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