Behind the Closed Door

If you await a guardian, he will come
 will reward you for all the goods
and punish you for all the sins ever done.

She was fuming over her boss as she walked in to the deserted office on Sunday morning .

"Who works on sunday?? ohh yeah, a stupid employee like me",  she growled talking to herself. There was a soft glow of light seeping out from under the door of her boss's cabin.

 "Looks like the super idiot is here as well", she tried to calm herself by the thought that her boss is working as well.

 "Care for a coffee?"  She was so engrossed in her work that the voice startled her.

"Sir", she was surprised to see her boss who hardly made any conversations with her unless really important.

"You have been working for long hours without a pause. You definitely deserve a break. There's a wonderful coffee shop near by if you care to join."

She looked at the watch and was surprised to see how much time has passed since she had been working.

"Sure sir", she said, "if you don't mind my company".

"Not at all lady. It will be my pleasure. You are one very efficient employee of our company and I hardly had a chance to get to know you."

She became speechless at such recognition.

"Shall we?", he made a go ahead gesture with his hands, and off they went.

He brought two mugs of delicious smelling coffees and handed one to her. His shirt went up his wrist showing off a delicately marked tattoo. Expecto patromun, it read. She had seen that tattoo before! if only she could remember where. 

Throughout the coffee, he was very pleasant and charming. Sometimes it was hard to remember he was her boss. Had it not been for their professional relationship, she was sure he would have swept her off her feet. It was when she was driving back home that her mind drifted back to the tattoo and suddenly it struck her where she had seen it- in the office, behind a closed door. It all came flooding back to her.

Its been almost a year, no wonder it was hard to recall quickly. She was passing by the conference room with stack of papers in her hands. She lost her balance and the papers went crashing the floor. As she bend down to get them back in order, she saw shadows of two pairs of legs from under the closed conference door. Presumably, by the shadow of shoes, one belonged to a man and other to a woman. 

Who possibly could be here? She thought. She tried to recall if there was supposed to be a meeting but there wasn't any. 

If somebody is discussing something, why is it so quite inside? She wondered. She decided to ignore and walk past it, but when has curiosity left any cat. Overpowered by her desire to know, she decided to peek and take a look. Conspiring, she peeked. All She could see was a tattoo, the same she saw in her boss's wrist. 

Later she saw one of her colleagues walking out of the room, hairs disheveled, tears in her eyes, she looked distraught. But no one else walked out. She could easily figure out what has happened behind that closed door, but she never got to see the culprit. She decided to keep quite then. Now that she know the culprit, there's still nothing that she can do about it, but keep herself safe. 

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