Two weeks fled away without making much difference. Sam returned back to his work routine as before after recovering fully in mind and body.
He met somebody unexpected for whom his heart longed for decades which he felt like it had been centuries for their meeting whereas memories made easy as well tough for him to stay composed and that is why he dug himselt into the work so his get no time to remember anything but work.
He immersed himself in too much that due to which he landed in a hospital and needed a quite long break from his precious work life to rest and gave some time to his body to recover from the hard labour that he devoured to it.
Ignorance is a bliss, indeed it is. Work that left no vacancy in the mind of a workholic is truly a blissful man. Enjoying his work schedule like nothing unusual happened in past few weeks, Sam gave a feeling of normality to his secretary Mr. Han. Mr. Joy Han was a devoted man to his master Mr. Sam nonetheless he was jerky and like to enjoy the company of his boss while keeping a third eye on the employees in the company escaping nothing small detail as seed of an apple or a bee fying happily in the absence of his master. Even so his nose will sense and his ear will hear the activity done by that poor thing behind his back. So Mr. Han was more like a secret agent than a devoted secretary who was busy in good deeds for his boss.
Now when he saw Sam engrossed in his work, doing meetings, giving his opinion while watching presentations with full attentions one could say nothing was unusual in his boss' routine but the devil is here to smell the blood and he has taken the whiff of the blood already.
Sam was not just a meticulous in his methods but who could he blame. He himself trained Mr. Han under him. When Mr. Han just passed out with nearly good marks in his graduation from a local government college. The guy's quick witts and reactions caught Mr. Sam's attention when he was passing by from the group of interns who came for an interview and during GD round the guy was seemed to enjoy the practical and was not bad at his vocals.
When he saw Mr. Han he asked the HR who was accompaying him that day for a meeting and now was standing 2 steps behind Sam, pointing his index finger of his right hand while left hand in his pants pocket "I want that guy" were his words. Nothing more and nothing less.
Mr. Han was grateful to Mr. Sam as he was the only person who trusted in him when he himself was not sure and took under his care. Not only he got the job but shelter over his head and well fed. He was not an emotional man as fate has played with him at another level even though he was thankful that destiny has brought the hope in his life through Sam.
Whenever he remebered the past and the story between them. It brought smile to his face. The joyous heart that celebrated from lips to his eyes-a true happiness.
They were more like brothers who needed no words to understand then he was the boss. At the thought he smiled again and laughed as if he rembered a funny joke and now he understood the meaning of that joke.
"Destiny is a crooky thing!" he murmured to himself and smiled again.