I balanced behind my laptop as I
typed the address of her blog into my browser. This would be the first time I
would see her on any social media platform. The first thing that caught my
attention on the blog was her profile. She was dressed in a white gown and was
smiling from ear to ear. Miss Maggi is smiling? Jesus is LORD! Her profile read
‘I stay alone, but I don’t live alone. Grief is my roommate and sadness is my
neighbor.’ I knew it that something is wrong with my boss. I just have not
discovered what is exactly wrong with her. I will know about it today.
I spent over an hour reading
different articles on her blog. Apart from the fact that she is a good writer, Miss
Maggi writes about everything on her blog. Her work, colleagues, family and of course,
Coke. I find it weird that Miss Maggi writes about everything and everyone, but
she never talks to us at work. I was curious to know why she hates color red. I
searched through and found the gold mine in her earliest articles. I didn’t
know when tears dropped. Miss Maggi is a miracle! I was about leaving when I found
several articles about me. She has been writing about me. I went through the
articles. It touched me to the very marrows. I wept at the things I saw on her
blog, but I decided to keep it all to myself.
The next day, I found myself
behaving weird towards her: I pretended that I was angry at her. She noticed and
called me into her office. “Coke, what’s wrong with you?” Really? She has never
showed any form of care to me since I have been working with her. “Miss Maggi,
why are you asking? I never knew you care about me”. “I don’t”, she retorted. I
dropped my head. “So, why are you frowning your face since morning? You don’t
smile like you used to.” “I just felt to copy your demeanor today, ma”. She looked
at me keenly. I have come to know that my boss is a very intelligent woman. She
can pick things by just looking at me. She dismissed me, but I knew that she
already suspects something.
For the rest of the day, she kept
staring at me. She must know that I know something. I was determined to play
this for as long as possible. That night, I went on her blog again. She just
posted a new blog with just one sentence- “Coke didn’t smile today.” I took a
deep breathe. I opened a parody google mail and used it to log into blogger so
that I can post comment without as an anonymous. “Allow him to wear red.” She
replied immediately “He doesn’t like red. He only wore it that day to upset me”.
“Tomorrow, I will give you a strategy to make him smile again.” She replied
that she will be looking forward to it. If Miss Maggi finds out that I’m the
one chatting with her, she would skin me alive! I know what to do. I must get
to the root of this.
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