Read Part 1 here.
The next morning was similar to all the mornings he had lived in his five year career as a portfolio manager. He woke up at 7 a.m. Till 8 a.m., he read up some articles from the Economic Times, searched for opportunities and gauged the market’s direction for the day. At 8 a.m. sharp he left for office, and he was in the line for his cup of java at 8.15 a.m. He picked up a cup of coffee from Starbucks, strolled around the shop, completing five perfect perambulations as he drained the last sip of his Iced Cafe Latte. He then headed to a tall glass building, his destination being the fifth flour, North wing. The elevator dinged at exactly 8.40 a.m.
As the manager stepped out of the elevator, he reminisced about something his wife had said when he started working on the outline of the second draft. “Honey, it’s okay if this novel doesn’t get as famous as your first. I will love you no matter what.” A pause. “but you will buy me that diamond studded Cartier watch as a birthday gift, right?” He smiled, and reminded himself to place the order for it online.
And then as if the above thought acted as a trigger to his brain, a new idea for the outline popped up in his brain – A spendthrift lady gets caught in a shoplifting incident by mistake. It actually is a sinister plan to push off an explosive device into her custody. The unbelieving police ignore her warnings about a beeping light and a tick-tock of a timer. They have sufficient proof that she is in debt. How does she manage to save the world?
“I’ll be damned if the story lasts beyond a few pages,” he muttered to himself, kicking the door open. Brushing the thoughts of defeat out of his head, he monitored the market situation, and checked the stocks that the company usually dealt in for clients.
Three hours passed, and he was completely absorbed in his work. He took a quick lunch break at his desk. And swivelling to face the glass windows again, he dozed off.
Another idea popped up in a dream – A multi-millionaire dies, and leaves behind pots of wealth and estranged siblings. An industrious daughter who can build a tycoon from scratch and a jobless son who’d rather get wasted than spend his money on anything constructive. The story of how they both prosper, even though the odds are totally against the son.
He had just stumbled across a great twist in the tale, when the secretary shut the door. A perfectly normal noise, although the manager felt it was too loud. Now that the twist in the tale had vanished into thin air, the outline had to be scrapped altogether.
He shook his head and swivelled back to face the table. Lifting up the pot of coffee, he poured it into the waste paper basket. It was his idea of proactively releasing his temper.
Read Part 3 here
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I have selected the theme Fiction (though there really isn’t need for any). The story revolves around an author, who is trying to rework his debutante magic into his second novel.
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