I was just on my way going, when I heard Kabir dubbing the word stupid, I know he might not be inferring to me, but whoever it was, I didn't like the fact he said that

There's a difference between being rude and acting like a jerk, however, Kabir is both rude and a jerk.

Instantly I swiveled back and sauntered into his cabin, he heaves his head and gets amazed.

"Samantha, why are you still here, didn't I tell you to leave?".

He indicated his hand to the door.

I peeked back and gave rise to the fact he enunciate such an abusive word.

Kabir was like, how does the fact that I said that be of concern to you like I am yet to understand what runs in the mind of humans.

We say things without thinking, let's not forget abusive as well.

Again I strived to make him realize, but he gets irritated, walked up to me, snatched my hand, and oust me out of his office, that everyone seated there waiting to get interviewed got frightened.

I loathed the fact that he got angry while I tried making him aware of his words, it might be his office and company, Kabir has no right to treat me like a piece of rag.

He's going to pay for this.

I walked out of the company and luckily an idea came to me the minute I heard one of the security guards talking about Kabir's ride, that is his car.

He made sure to portray in detail how Kabir's car looked, and yes! I paid a quick visit to it right after I brought a full container of eggs.

His car was crammed at the VIP parking lot, I know what you're thinking, yes, I only just found out that parking lots had a VIP section too.

The guards sent to take care of the cars paid no attention to me, they both had a long talk about how good and great Kabir is, and using that to my advantage, I redesigned Kabir's car with the eggs I bought and ran into the first cab that deterred.

I'm sure whenever Kabir is done with his work, he should be foreseeing a great shock.

Annoying.

I had the cabman take me home, I walked in and mom had a huge smile welcoming me in and dad, on the other hand, held a full chocolate cake with the initials, congratulations on your new job.

Like what job?

Is it the one I went to or the one I didn't get because I'm quite clueless?

My parents had the most beautiful and innocent faces, do I have to tell them I had no job or didn't get the one I had applied for?.

I looked at the cake placed in front, mom grabbed me by my hand and walked me to the dining.

She forced me to seat and rode into the kitchen and out, holding a full plate of my favorite dish.

Spaghetti sauce and meatballs.

"Mom, did you prepare this?".

I asked.

She nods and placed it on the table, the smell from it made my stomach rumble.

Initially, I had thought about telling them the truth, however, seeing how getting a job made my mom go all out for me, I think I'll hold on to the truth and tell just a white lie.

After all, it's not every day, your mom gets to cook your favorite dish right.

So nice.

I held my spoon and took the first bite, yummy in my tummy, I sang to myself celebrating.