I sauntered inside Tower – A of the centre and glimpsed through the board in the lobby.
Amidst a bunch of other very big names housed on the countless floors;
the 6th – 8th floor of the building said Ogilvy and Mather Pvt. Ltd.
I was asked to reach the office by 10 o clock that morning.
But I looked at my watch and it still said 9.36 AM.
I'd clearly miscalculated the time I'd need from home to my office building.
But better safe than sorry, I agreed with myself and nodded.
(Especially on the first day of work)
I thought I'd go up and take a look at the office anyway.
Even if just from the outside.
There were busy-looking lots of people standing outside the many lifts in the lobby.
One of them hit the ground and a couple trickled out (presumably for a morning smoke).
And a bunch of us, who were standing close to the purlieu of that lift spilled in without wasting a second.
(Lest too many people got in before us and we had to wait another eon for the next one)
As we entered the rather large box of glass and steel, each of us silently adjusted ourselves.
[ I have never known why the minute people walk into a lift, they go into pin-drop silence.
Anyhow. ]
Some spontaneously looked into the mirrors (in the lift) and re touched their copiously gelled hair.
One of the women dressed in a crisp corporate shirt, started bashing away at her cell phone keypad.
Each one tapped on the floors they needed to hop off at.
And as luck would have it, I landed at the spot farthest from the switchboard...
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