Sia's POV
The intercom on my desk rang and I came back to the present day with a jolt.
It was a call from Yash, the assistant designer, to tell me that one of my files got mixed with his. I said that I will come and return it but he said that he was coming this way so he would bring it. I wiped my tears and composed myself.
He came within 5 minutes holding my file in his hand.
" Ma'am, here is your file. " he said.
" Thanks a lot, Yash ji, I had to work on it. "
" No problem, I had to work on my file too. We both would have had a problem otherwise. We would have wasted one day ma'am... "
" Yeah !! You are right and please call me Sia . "
" Ok, but only if you call me just Yash."
" Fair enough.... "
" So now that we are on the first name basis, can we say that we are friends? "
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