Ria Sharma had a hard day at work. She worked in a software company that manufactured or developed new anti-viruses. She had a deadline for today which she didn’t meet. She had to pick her daughter up from school before she returned to her office to try and meet that deadline.
She walked towards her white corolla. She got in and started it. Just as she was about to pull out, a hand banged against her window. She was startled. A young man with two carry bags was standing beside her car. She pulled down her window.
“Hi, I’m Ryan. I work in this building. 12th floor, Rudolph Pharmaceuticals.” He said.
“Hi, Ryan. What can I do for you?” She asked, still startled by the sudden intrusion.
“I’d like to ask you for a favour. Can you please drop me at Thakur Village.” He said.
“Sure, actually I’m headed the same direction. Hop in.” She said, good-naturedly.
He climbed into the sedan’s back seat. He sat directly behind her and kept the carry bags aside him.
“Thank you.” He said.
“It’s alright…” she said.
They were about to reach Thakur Village, and her phone rang. She took the call and told her sister that she was driving and would call her back.
He took out an inhaler and used it. Ria looked through the rear-view mirror.
“It’s for my asthma. I had it as a child.” He answered her silent question.
A few minutes later.
“It’s right here. I’ll get down here.” He pointed to a nearby CCD.
“Ok, I’ll pull right over.” She said.
“Once again, Thanks a lot.” He said.
“Oh, it’s not a big deal. I live around the corner. You should come-by some day.” She said cordially.
“Maybe I will!” he said, smiling.
She was found dead in her apartment, the very next day.
