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"It's not always necessary for the devil to appear as someone who has two horns and a tail. Sometimes the devil can also be dressed in pristine clothes,and come bearing gifts with an assistant, hence the title."

- The Devil Wears Prada

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I love to work don't get me wrong but this particular Monday morning is all sorts of hell. I officially think today sucks. It is due to many reasons and one of them is that Zoya is giving me the silent treatment. She is not teasing me by calling me or giving me her deadly glare which she reserves for me. I never knew heartache can drive a man to the extreme, I always thought it would be the work load. If this heartache will ease a bit I will be able to breathe a little easier. So to make her miserable like she is making me, I purposefully gave her extra work which is scheduled for next week. But so far she has shown no reaction. Damn it! Curse it all!

My thoughts take a different turn and focus on her as I go through the new software development project report. I love it when her Hazel eyes sparkle with fire like warm Whiskey on a Summer evening in Texas or when a beautiful smile graces her lips. She transforms into an Angel from my dreams.

What secrets do you hide behind those Hazel eyes? Eyes so deep and expressive. They make me go crazy.

- D.C

I compose this short descriptive poem and mail it to her. I smirk to myself. She can ignore me all she wants but she can't ignore my emails. To annoy Zoya further, I decide to quote a dialogue scene from Twilight.

"Isn't it supposed to be like this?" He smiled. "The glory of first love, and all that. It's incredible, isn't it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in the pictures, and experiencing it?"
"Very different", I agreed."
More forceful than I'd imagined.

I attach a picture along with it and pressed send. I am sure she is going to be super mad and I secretly hope it works. Well I am above the law since I am the boss. And the saying goes like this,"The boss is always right."
I know I am being unfair and rude to her but I can't help it. She still hasn't spoken to me and I brew silently as she places my fourth cup of coffee on the table, then she leaves quietly. This is very frustrating and I feel like tearing my hair out and screaming. The more I try to antagonize her the more mute she becomes so I decide to put a pause in my plans and let her continue her quest. I hate this. I solemnly swear that I am up to no good as I get up from my chair. This is the worst Monday and I can't wait for it to end.

At Tea break, I feel my blood pressure rising as Zoya ignores me and eats her cupcake. On top of that Mr's Porter scolds me for upsetting Zoya which puts me in a bitter mood. From the corner of my eyes I watch Zoya lick the Chocolate frosting on her chocolate cupcake and my mind mind conjures all sorts of erotic images which makes it difficult to act normal in front of her. But Zoya doesn't pay any attention to me because all her attention is focused on the cupcake and I wish I could be the cupcake. Oh! the poor cupcake. With a frustrated sigh, I quickly finish my tea and leave for my room. For the rest of the day I stay in my room and don't bother to check on her but my mind keeps imaging those images...