The voice that shakes the heart

Drroooo......The bullet waves down from nowhere to the office, which Jiriko, the taciturn fellow as he is alluded by other workers, is busy cleaning, though not his duty that night but aiding one of the cleaners whose son has a never-knowing accident. The bullet flies through the window, at full momentum to Jiriko, who hastily dodges the bullets but being injured by the XY40 diamond bangle which he sits upon while dodging, which fragments. ' what.....The 12 million dollar bangle..." His mouth is at static......He feels, very vile to himself, not being happy about his safety, but feeling angst about the broken priceless item, as he thought. "or may it be counterfeit?"......He branch-thinks but is not diffused into the comfort. As thinking himself, he heard the footstep of a lady coming, "how does he know that it is a woman? the sound is not a mere pair of office show but hike".He is so indecisive at a point, just forcefully project himself at a dark corner of the office. "who may it be? No one seems to be in this company when I checked last....Except those security men....If not because of Mr Ada, who compulsored that I must clean this office before I leave.....Who may be this erratic lady?...Or may she be a thief?" He thinks again, but the door that opens, seizes his heart. A lady enters, with a figure that gives even an eunuch an ecstasy. Ajar is the door left, with the way the lady walks, it feels she has noticed that someone is in her office. The light is switched on, which the shadow of Jiriko has been seen by the lady but not, Jiriko himself, who faces oppositely to his shadow. The knock of a bat nearly reaches the cranium of Jiriko, but he dodges. The lady pauses as she sees the uniform of a cleaner on him, but still gripping the bat firmly. "Your play here, Mr? She asks.....Of which Jiriko only replies by saying 'to clean'. "who may you be, lass?....."an intruder or a thief?...." How dare! A thief" Sniggling wickedly, looking smartly at the name tag at Jiriko's uniform. " muzt be a kleptomaniac, if not? He says while heading for the door....."Thank God, she isn't the owner of this office"....."If you want to steal, just go to the third basement, there are valuable items there" He advise s. " No...... this can't be! My bangle of 20million dollar....Hey.....You must be the one that broke this bangle"......."not 12million dollar again, but 20 ...That is my twenty-four years payment". He zooms, not looking aback which the barks of the lady, follows him....."I am saved.... my face isn't seen vaguely" . The night vanishes like a fog, meeting the cessation of its season.....The next day emanates, where the company is filled with huge number of customers, here-in-there.....Workers are hectically jointed with one customer or other, the complaint department is busy redressing one issue or umpteen. Sela, the director of the company, is occupied with searching for the eccentric cleaning boy, who she has promised herself to efface from the company. At other angle of her, coming Kirin, the assistant director, who is coasting towards with some hierarchical members of the company, obviously discussing about a product, he alongside the members bows in veneration to Sela, "Miss Sela.....How come you to the base of the company". Sela pauses, not to make any cockamamie reply. "To oversee the activity here, and why are you here too when the sub-dogs can do it"......."So blatantly rude boss...." Looking him and others with nondescript attitudes, as if it were the habitual things they are used to. The whole staff loathe her, including the real self of her, she has been like that when she was chosen as the director, instead of the CEO of the company while his cousin was. Her looks, so bleak to describe. She has been dutiful, being denizen even when others have gone home, still only her in the company working on the promotion or settlement of issues of customers. At once, her eyes bridges over the shoulder blade of Kirin, there is the figure she encountered last time, not only that, the name tag she saw, correlates. Laughing her hysterically and dastardly, walking towards with him. Jiriko, who has also seen the lady who he met last night, tries pretending to pass her by who wassup him." Hi Mr Long-legged, do you want to ignore me?"........Jiriko is storm-shocked...