Chapter Two- Boss? No!

In the other side of Dhaka City, there was a garments factory. Female workers more than a dozen were working with the tailor machine, as men except few were working as an office staff. The factory was a two storied building. In its exterior, it looked as if it was 20 years old but in its interior; it looked polished such as the fashion of a gothic mansion in the Victorian Era.

"O Mathin! What are you doing?" whispered a woman who was beside Mathin.

"Can't you see, I am working here?" whispered Mathin. She had a beautiful voice. She was slender, tall and wears salwar regularly. She was hot-tempered and strict while at work while she was normal at home. When her father arranges the guys for marriage, she frequently rejects it by giving excuses. When she was reminded of her father while at work, she always had the image that he asks "When Will You Marry, Dear Mathin?"

The woman beside Mathin pinched at the top of her hand.

"Uff! Shut up, Mohona!" whispered Mathin angrily.

"Boss is staring at you" whispered Mohona.

"Let him stare. He is married! Now please don't disturb me, I have to work" said Mathin angrily. Mohona stopped chatting as Mathin started to work in a concentrative manner. Suddenly, a thin man with a large mustache smiled at Mathin in a friendly manner.

"Madam, how are you?" asked the man.

"I am fine, Abdullah. How are you?" asked Mathin.

As interrupted by a fair, tall and fat man with round-shaped glasses, Mathin gave a disturbing look at him.

"Look, I am your boss..." said the fair tall man.

"I know...I know... You don't want any men to co-operate with me, am I right? But look sir, I can manage it myself and sorry that I don't want to hear your lectures... Thank you" said Mathin angrily.

When the boss left, Mohona looked surprised.

"So harsh of you! How did you say to a boss like that?" cried Mohona.

"A boss? He's a bloody womanizer. Never judge his sympathy-he needs is empathy and good leadership skills" said Mathin.

"There is no use of questioning you. You are just...Forget it" said Mohona.

Mohona fantasized whether a prince charming like the boss may come or not. She was immature of her ideals about the world, as she was overly loved by her joint family from middle class. Suddenly, Mathin clicked her fingers off to Mohona who was daydreaming.

She woke up and said "What the hell! You stopped my dream!"

Mathin said "Mohona, listen, you are just sixteen, you will be the part of reality much later if you understand it".

Mathin and Mohona were such close friends that they were like sisters, similar to Limon, Farid and Salam.

Meanwhile, at night- there was a short but thin man who was called Devrajeet sat in a shop who tidied up clothes that were cleaned up from his shop. Suddenly, Limon, Salam and Farid were coming in front of the shop. Devrajeet was surprised to see the trio who were coming happily.

"Hello Dev dada, how are you?" said Limon.

"I am fine as usual, dada. I am really pleased to see you. How did you get the diamonds?" asked Devrajeet.

"We left the diamond bag to the police station by giving a letter that the diamonds from the jewelry shop are earned with black money. We steal it for honesty. The letter is also a true statement as the diamonds belong to a rich man" said Limon.

"I knew! An honest thief, is it?" said Devrajeet.

"Limon, how many times have I told you to be dishonest..." said Salam but interrupted by Limon.

"You don't have any value to speak as you are always a problem. Mr. Fat Old Man get into your limits" said Limon. Salam gave slight stop to his speech and was terrified of Limon's way of speaking.