Will you be my salt - Chapter 2 :)

Will You be My Salt

(Chapter 2)

TRISHA (Practically squeaking into the mouthpiece)

H-hello? Yes, Mr Benerji, Sir! Trisha speaking!***

Trisha holds the receiver to her ear, her eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the lightning bolt to strike. Shalini stands frozen next to her, holding her breath.

But when the voice comes through the earpiece, it isn't booming or furious. It is shockingly calm, even a little hurried.

MR. Benerji (Through phone, remarkably calm)

Trisha? Listen, there’s no need to write that blog right now. Forget about the draft. The owner of the Sharchans company is coming down here personally.

Trisha’s eyes snap open. She blinks at Shalini, utterly bewildered.

TRISHA (Stammering)

T-The draft? Sir, you haven't... Haven't you opened your email yet?

MR Benerji (Sighing impatiently)

No, no, I haven't seen any draft! The company office is a complete circus right now with this delivery coming in. I don’t have time for reading. Look, I need you in my office immediately. Pull yourself together, get your head in the game. We have to pitch for the advertisement campaign.

Trisha lets out a tiny, breathless gasp, her brain working at a million miles an hour. She places her hand over the mouthpiece for a fraction of a second, whispering fiercely to Shalini.

TRISHA (Mouths)

He didn't read it!

SHALINI (Mouths back, eyes wide)

He didn't read it!

Trisha uncovers the mouthpiece, her loud, expressive confidence flooding back into her voice as she takes total control of the conversation.

TRISHA (Into the phone, brimming with dramatic energy)

Sir! Say no more. You don't even need to see that draft because I am already lightyears ahead of it! I was actually just sitting here thinking that a simple blog isn't going to do justice to your vision. We need something that hits the exact right notes with the public!

MR. Benerji (Intrigued, pausing)

Oh? You think so?

TRISHA (Gesticulating wildly with her free hand, speaking with total passion)

I know so, Sir! This new homemade collection is a masterpiece, and a standard review is too small for it. Trust my ways on this—when we sit down with the owner, I will pitch an advertisement that touches the soul of the audience. It is going to hit the market like a storm and skyrocket our engagement! I will be in your office in exactly two minutes with the perfect strategy!

MR. Benerji (Sounding impressed)

Excellent. That’s the spirit I need today, Trisha. Don't be late.

The line goes dead. Trisha slams the receiver back onto the cradle and lets out a loud, triumphant shriek, jumping up from her chair.

TRISHA (Shouting)

Hah! I am a marketing genius! He doesn't suspect a thing!

SHALINI (Slapping Trisha's arm, frantic)

Are you insane?! You just promised a 'perfect campaign' for a meal that you literally called Death by Bad Cooking five minutes ago! Now you actually have to go in there and convince the owner!

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