Once, a forty-year-old man came up to me and threw a file at my face, shouting at me. I was working, and everything was wrong. I didn't expect that. He fell at my feet in front of everyone. "Excuse me, Mistress, I'll do it properly from now on, please be kind and forgive me this once," he said, grabbing my leg and begging. Till now, everyone has been calling me Madam. This is not the first time he has fallen at my feet, he calls me Mistress. I look around, and everyone there is speechless after seeing this. Even my big boss is standing at the door of his room, watching this. I immediately deliberately left there as if it was nothing to do with the fact that an ampoule was lying on my foot, and I left without saying anything and went to my room. The man who fell down, embarrassed by everyone watching, immediately got up and went to his chair, bowed his head, picked up the file I had thrown, and started fixing it.
In my office, I never put a chair in front of my desk. I have a swivel chair just for me. I sit there cross-legged and majestically like a mistress, and I talk to the people who come to see me, facing them. When they stand in front of me, shake hands, and speak respectfully, it feels good to see them. Today, my big boss saw a middle-aged man who was working at my feet and came to my office after a while. He has never come to my office before. I go to his office once a day, as soon as he comes to the office, and greet him. He just sits there and drools a little. Later, I would think of Anni all day long and greet him with a smile, thinking to myself, "Perusu, who is comfortable with me." He would also wait for my darshan. When he saw me, he would stand up and greet me. I would greet him back and show him my darshan for two minutes and then leave. When I entered, the person who stood up would stay there until I left. Today, when I saw him come to my room for the first time, I got up out of respect and went to sit down. He immediately said, "No, sit down." Until now, whenever he saw me, he would always call me, "What's up," "Wamma," or "Bomma." Today, for the first time, he started showing me respect by saying, "Sit down." I also thought, "You've come to my room, I would have come myself if you had told me to. While I was sitting cross-legged like this, it felt good to have my big boss standing in front of me and talking.
He says. I have also been doing business for 25 years. I didn't scold anyone much. What's the point of acting like that, the people who worked for me cheated me and dragged my business into losses. In the end, I closed it down and came here and sat idle. What you did today was right. You should definitely behave like this, only then will all these people get their tails tied up and work properly. You will always have my support. If anyone does anything again, tell me, I will also scold them, I will support you only, he said. I also thanked him very much. I said I have no fear as long as you are kind. He said okay, I will come and left.
I took the big boss and came back to the main hall where everyone works. I called everyone there and said, look here, I will definitely hire all of you, I want our company to run well. You know how competitive the IT company is. You respect my age, not my talent, my hard work, and my position. Don't let everything fall on your feet like this again. I said, let's forget what happened today. Then I went to the person who fell on my feet and apologized for being a little too strict in front of everyone. He held my hand and looked at me with confusion. Then I smiled at everyone, and the situation improved.
After this incident, the respect that the men there had for me increased even more. Even though I didn't want to, now they call me mistress. I come to the office wearing a coat and suit these days. Only then will it be a respect, and not only that, since it is a foreign order, sometimes I have to make video calls with foreign people. Then this kind of dress will give me dignity. Similarly, I now come riding a Royal Enfield bike. Nowadays, as soon as I hear its sound, all the men working in my office get up,They would greet me and wait until I sat down. The big boss would come in his old car. When I heard his car, I would go to his room as a sign of respect. His old car had broken down. One evening, when he was leaving for home, he was standing near the car. I would go to him and get it fixed later, and now I will buy mine too. I told him to sit on my bike. Since he would come wearing a dhoti, he sat on the back of my bike like a girl, with his legs on the side. However, Kusumbaha would grab my waist and come. Hey old man, put your hand on my waist, today I will take your dignity, I thought, I must have laughed a lot seeing a big man of that village sitting like a bomb behind a little girl. I saw through the rearview mirror that some people were laughing, just as I had expected. He was the one who had first eagerly hugged my waist, but then, seeing the small villager laughing, he came back with a sad face and bowed his head. I laughed inwardly.
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