Shanaya slowly looked up.
Both froze.
Recognition hit instantly.
At the same time, both shouted—
“You?!”
Both of them froze.
The same road.
The same fight.
And now—
The same room.
He was the first to recover.
His expression hardened instantly.
“So,” he said coldly, “you’re the candidate who thinks arguing on the road is more important than being on time.”
Shanaya felt embarrassed—but her ego didn’t let her stay silent.
“And you’re the person who thinks honking non-stop will magically clear traffic.”
A sharp silence filled the cabin. For a moment, it didn’t feel like an interview.
It felt like a continuation of their fight.
He leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on her.
“This is an interview, Miss…?”. “Shanaya,” she said.
“Yes, Miss Shanaya,” he continued, “try to behave professionally.”
She took a deep breath, controlling herself.
“Sorry, sir.”
He picked up her resume.
“Impressive academic record,” he said, flipping the pages.
“Assistant manager experience… not bad.”
Then he paused.
“But discipline,” he added, looking straight at her, “matters more than marks.”
Shanaya nodded.
“I understand, sir.
It won’t happen again.”
He kept watching her.
As if testing her patience. Testing her confidence.
“Why should I hire you?” he asked suddenly.
Shanaya’s fingers tightened around her file.
For a second, she was nervous.
But then—
she remembered why she was here.
Her family.
Her responsibility.
Her struggle.
She looked up, this time with confidence.
“Because I’m serious about my work,” she said.
“And I don’t quit… even if things don’t start perfectly.”
Something changed in his expression.
Just slightly.
Not approval.
But an interest.
He stood up slowly and walked around the table.
Shanaya’s heartbeat increased.
He stopped near her.
“Confidence is good,” he said, “but can you handle pressure?”
Shanaya met his gaze.“Yes, sir.”
He gave a small nod.“Fine.”
He walked back to his chair.
“You’ll get a call.”
Shanaya blinked.
“That’s it?” she asked before thinking.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Do you want another argument before you leave?”
She quickly shook her head.
“No, sir.”
She stood up.
Turned to leave.
Then stopped.
She took a breath and said—
“Sorry… for earlier.”
He didn’t reply immediately.
Then calmly said—.
“Just don't be late again".
She nodded and walked out.
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