Like every morning I boarded the elevator dreading office as usual, when a distinctly handsome guy entered the same lift. So you know how it is always good to have a room with a view, the universe had strategically placed me at one such spot inside that 15 people carrier. Like a shy indian girl, I secretly admired him for an eternity of a few seconds, wondering if he by any chance he was in my company. His ironed formals told me that he was definitely not from Google, and lack of a blazer confirmed he wasn't from Michael Page either. He could be in Oracle or Amex but then we had passed those floors. While I was busy playing Sherlock, he spoke up.
