Work, Work, Every Time- Not a Time to Spare
Neeta was preparing her final draft. Today was supposed to be the deadline, and she was stressed. This was the first major publisher she was working with, and she had to meet the deadlines. She had to send a perfect final draft that could not be detected for any loopholes and mistakes- no scope for that. The half-drank coffee had been lying unattended on the table for an hour. No worries, she could prepare another filling. Raghav was half-lying on the couch, next to her, managing his office from WhatsApp conversations. It had been raining incessantly since last evening, and the entire city had gone underwater, leaving no scope for commuters to travel. So, no other option left for him, other than work-from-home. And that was a lot of work. The entire sales team that worked under him was kept under his supervision at the office. But from home, things were different. He could not really keep tabs on the team, most of whom were now working from home. So, what he could least do was to ...