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 There are three kind of girls at any workplace (exceptions off course). Category one, typical hot chick. They hate all kinds of numbers apart from the ones that get credited to their accounts due to their participating in so called people initiatives. They are eye-lid battering queens who can thrash any guy with their cold glance and leave that person praying for his existence in their eyes. Dress code never seems to apply to them as they are always so short of draperies. They never have to be a productive resource as their glitterati existence in front of clients ensures good packaging. And to top it all, they can certainly speak well.

The second category is just the opposite of the first one. Girls always immersed in their computer screen. Girls, who are always cribbing about some pending report while silently wishing that the guy across the cube would at least look at them. Girls sitting nervously during the client visit or biting their finger nails just before their appraisal discussion. Girls, always on the verge of tears. Partially because they cannot control them. Partially because they think some magic would happen and their boss’s heart would melt away.

The third category is not so common to find but complex to define. This category is mix and match of all types. Girls who were once, hot and desirable and now have lost their charm and are always trying hands at one or the other stints just to grab attention. Girls who would always try to trouble their boss for one thing or the other from complaining clients to perishing toilet paper (pun intended). Even this category doesn’t need to care much about the stats as they take their socializing responsibility as seriously as the right to vote. They seem to know everyone and impose themselves to be known in every social circle. What they cannot do from good looks, they do from their diplomatically sweet behaviour. They seriously work their ass off but in precisely the right direction. And Rimi is one such person.

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