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Come on, guys! He’ll be here any minute now.’ Maaya’s tone was authoritative as she took charge of the situation. She had already explained everything to the team a week ago and yet, it seemed to her that not everyone had understood the gravity of the situation. It was so frustrating! After all, his arrival in their office was a big deal. She had put in a lot of groundwork over the last six months to make it possible. And now that the D-day was here, the damn projector in the meeting room was still not working, and the editor she’d chosen to attend the meeting was yet to arrive. ‘And … what’s that? The tuna sandwiches, coconut cookies andbanana bread are being served on plastic plates!? Oh God! ’ After all, she had made it a point to order the snacks of his choice from his favourite confectionary, and this is what Kaka, the office cafeteria guy, had done with them. Seeing the scrumptious snacks she had especially ordered from a high-end confectionary in South Bombay placed haphazardly on the chipped plates meant for the daily use by the office staff, Maaya’s blood boiled. When are these guys going to become smart enough to differentiate between a special occasion and everyday affairs? Thankfully, just as she turned towards the door, she saw Kaka passing by the meeting room. She immediately pushed open the glass door and called for him. ‘Kaka, please take this back and use the white Opalware crockery.’ Maaya was crystal clear as she gave him the instructions. Sensing the anger and the urgency in her tone, Kaka immediately flung into action. He rushed into the meeting room and picked up the plates of snacks on the table, apologetically leaving the room with them. ‘And please bring everything along with coffee once the meeting starts, and not before,’ Maaya said to his retreating back. She then picked up the intercom and made a two-second-andthree- word-long call. ‘Romance Room. Now!’ To an outsider this might have sounded strange, but not to the people who worked at PaperInk, a publishing house which had named its meeting rooms after the genres it published. In less than two minutes, the IT guy came running into the room. Maaya glared at him and then immediately shifted her gaze to the projector installed overhead. The man understood exactly what that look meant. In no time, he was busy fixing the machine. Half a dozen people stood around the giant table in the Romance Room, admiring Maaya’s ability to put things right so quickly. She commanded that place. And why not? After all, she had earned her position as the editor-in-chief of PaperInk. From the security guard at the entrance gate to the CEO in the corner office, people had come and gone in the publishing house’s decade-long existence, while Maaya had been its only constant. She had almost singlehandedly fuelled the rise of the fastest-growing publishing house in the country.