A Love Blossom Campfire Tale Chapter 2


Hey! Good morning friends! I slept very well. I am in the taxi heading to the office.

I feel so good because it has been a week since I started working in that TPS ( three piece suite) Dracula’s department, but I haven’t encountered that often.
(Actually whenever I see him he starts to yell at me and always insults me. )
Throughout my life, my family, friends, school and even in college, no-one has ever treated me like this.
They all are nice to me. Here is also good. That TPS dracula is rude, arrogant, cold and always insulting me but I think he is a nice person deep inside.
Normally, I only see him from afar. He looks like a hot business elite. His sharp eyes, serious expression, and beard look is killing.

Tires Squeal . The Taxi Driver Slammed The Brakes!


….. Aaahhh….ouch.🤕🤕
I tell the driver, “Don’t you know how to brake the car? I almost broke my forehead! “I am Sorry mam. Are you okay? The driver’s voice is trembling.

( Whenever I think about TPS something bad happens to me. He is a jinx)
The driver adds, “Oh no no. Even, I’m sorry. I should be careful.”
( I get out of the car)
“Thank you for driving me here safely. Here’s the fare. And keep the change.”
“Thank you ma’am,” the driver said politely.

(Today the main gate of this office looks like a cemetery entrance.

I don’t wish to meet Dracula today as well.)
I gather myself and think, “Wait, I am not afraid of him. I feel like fighting! 😤”

My colleagues are here and I greet them. “good morning everyone.”
“Good morning Jazzelle.” They reply.

I have much work to do today. Those dramas on TV are not truthful.

Liar!

They never said that in the office we need to do this much work. I was so influenced by those drama shows and I thought working in an office would be so fun but it is actually very hard, but it’s OK.
Now that I’ve decided to work I will do my best.
I get started…………..

Hours later……

Ah, finally, I’m finished with my work and this is almost six ..Half past six. It’s time to get off work. My desk is so messy, let’s clean it up first!
It’s done. Let’s go!

Groan. A manager.


“Wait, Jazzelle! First, pass this document to the department head and then you can get off work.” It’s my manager, why is she sending me there?
What did I do now?
I try to get out of it.
“Ma’am, can you please do it yourself? The superior’s office is just right there. it’s already time, and I have to go. It’s late, my……..”
And I didn’t even finish my words.
I am trying to avoid seeing him.
And she did not take it well. The angry yelling began.


“What!! Who do you think you are? You are ordering me? You are an intern and I am your senior here and now you are refusing me? What do you mean by getting off work? I’m just asking you to pass this document, not to rewrite it. It won’t take much time. Just do it or you can get out and there is no need to come tomorrow.”


I am so scared inside about Dracula. “No I don’t, I don’t mean it”.
My manager is inquisitive and stern. “Then, what did you mean? Are you going to do it or not?”


Outwardly, I put my best business smile on.🤗🤗 “Now that you are asking it so politely how can I refuse your request?” (Inwardly😒😒)
The manager isn’t having it. “You’d better.”
In my cheerful voice, I say, “Sure!”☺️☺️

(Now, I am stressing.😓😓)


(The Dracula department head is really a jinx. I got scolded by my manager just because of him. Well! I don’t think I have any choice but to go!)
My fingers hurt before I even rap on the door. Knock!! Knock!!


The voice behind the door says,
“Come in!”

TPS (Three Piece Suit) looks so good when working. He’s working so seriously and he’s so dedicated to his work. Well!
Wait, what am I thinking about? He’s Dracula to me.


Think Jazzelle, I tell myself. I will just put this document down silently. I won’t say a word or else he will say, “don’t disturb me. Don’t get in my way, ” blah blah blah blah blah.
All business, this one commanding his realm. “Put this document here and get those documents; they’re over there. “


His stare is cold.
“After that, make a Cup of coffee for me and then adjust the temperature of this room.”
I tell myself, “Don’t lose your cool, Jazzelle”
(What does he think of me as? he’s ordering me one after another. Domineering!!!! But, I have to listen to the department head.)
I brew the coffee, musing murder. Think girl, think. The shift is almost over.
I see the coffee is almost done. Now let’s adjust the temperature of his room. This remote control is so complicated, how does it work? Well, Let’s press this button I think it will work. What is this? Why is this so cold? I think I’ve pressed the wrong button. 🤔😳

Dracula, three piece suit …. He is looking at me!
“what are you doing? This is….Wait, Why are you here?” With his expression, I would think he didn’t notice me before.
I’ve had enough. “What do you mean by why am I here? You are ordering me around one thing after another and I’m doing it! You told me to adjust the temperature!”
TPS Dracula escalates. “You are really an idiot. Such a stupid girl… You don’t even know how to adjust the temperature. Even the machine is smarter than you. Look, press this button.”
I think I’ve heard this before🤔🤔🤔🤔, but today, I am not the one.
“Look! I do know that and you don’t need to shout at me like this. I am…… aaaaachooo.
(I’m not used to the air conditioning and it is so cold I may have gotten a cold. )
Sarcasm is his forte. “Such a fragile girl.”


“I am not fragile. This just….. aacchhoo…” I sneeze again.

Where is he going now?…….. He is really mean. Now he wants to drink coffee. I am NOT plussed. 😒😒😒
He hands me a cup. “Hmm.. drink this.”“Aahh???” I am looking at him with a surprised face. ( He is not as bad as I think look..He cares about others. Good thing I didn’t slip something in the pot! ☺️☺️☺️)


Think again. “ Deaf girl, drink it. After all, you made it. I don’t think it’s worthy for me to drink.
“I take my words back.” I whisper to myself.
“ What did you say?”
“ No.. no…nothing. I am drinking it.”
I drink the coffee I made.
(Ewww. It tastes so bad. I dare not say it aloud or else he would make fun of me.)

It looked like this


“Say your thoughts out loud.”
(Can he read minds?)
“Aahh??? I was right, wasn’t I? Don’t drink it. Come with me.”
( How rude. But whatever, he actually knows me well. )
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Are you blind and deaf? Can’t you tell I am making coffee?”
(He is soo not cool.😒😒😒😒 Wait… is he making this for me? 😊😊😊😊😊)
I blush and don’t know why. “ Why are you making coffee?”
“for you of course. ”
(He’s a jerk, but that made me feel warm inside. ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️)
With a cold and sarcastic expression, TPS says, “Watch me and learn how to make coffee. Next time I don’t want a bad coffee.”
(you….. .😤😤😤😤😤 I don’t have a word to say to him.)
He makes the coffee and pours a cup for us. I must say it’s very delicious. 🙄🙄🙄🙄

Department Head Coffee


He is a mind reader. “ it’s delicious, isn’t it?” He said…
(😳😳😳😳 Hmmmmm it is, but I don’t want to compliment him, so I replied like this …😑😑😑)
My phone is ringing. TPS glares at me with those stone cold eyes.
“Hello.”
“Hey, where are you?”
It is my roommate and best friend. She and I came here together. She is studying fine arts.
“I am at the office. I am leaving in a moment.”
“ That’s great. You have a spare key, right? I am going out for stargazing with my friends for inspiration and materials collection. I’ll be out very late tonight.”


“ Okay. Take care.”
“ Hmmm bye.”
( I think I should go now. And I am tired too.)
“ Sir, if there is nothing else then I’m off.”
“ Hmmm” a cold reply again.
( Let me check my purse. I hope I am not forgetting something.)
Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!
“Oh my goodness” 😰😰😰😰
“ What now?” Asks Three Piece.
I start crying.. I know.
“ 😭😭😭😭 I don’t have keys. How am I supposed to enter the house. I am going to spend the night in the corridor!”
What to do now? Here I am crying in front of the department head without my house keys in Mumbai.
“ It is not a big deal. Stop your crying already. You can take shelter at my home.”
(He…. He…. Is he saying this to me? 😳 What is he talking about? He is asking me to go to his house?)


I am in a great shock now. I’ll talk to you later.🤒🤒🤒🤒🤒🙁🙁🙁

48 thoughts on “A Love Blossom Campfire Tale Chapter 2”

  1. Wow Zahra, you really out did yourself! I am glad to have taken a seat and heard your story! I wonder… Will Jazzelle go to his house? Would sleeping in the corridor be safer?

    It has been really neat working with you! Perhaps you can be a regular Storyteller on Brother’s Campfire!

    Benjamin🤠🔥

    1. Well, I think sleeping in the corridor, is better than spending a night at morgue 💀💀 ( after all she think of him as dracula ).😁😁🤣

      I think you audience might not like it. You are the best storyteller. I am a guest here.👍👍👍

      Thank you 😇 and have a fun day 😁😁

      ♥️🌸

      1. Well, first off, both corridors and Department heads are creepy and scary!

        The audience speaks for itself. Your last post was received with excitement!

        You were a guest two months ago, Zahra. You can log in to Brother’s Campfire as a Contributor! Welcome to the family.

        1. your audience seems quite impressed by my writing. Thank you for this. Your editing makes this story more attractive and fun to read.

          I’ll log in. Thank you. ♥️🌸

          1. Hello Cindy.

            I hope you have never felt roasted by me. If you have, I sincerely apologize.

            I have a character named Jeptha Berengar known as Beast that “eats the flesh of predators.”

            He is really nifty and eats the dreaded pequin. One of his methods of preparation is roasting.

            Predators of all kinds need to be stopped. Jeptha is prepared to engage with evil and stop injustices.

            I also have a character named Wooster Romany that slowly cooks the confidence out of internet scammers. I have little regard for thievery.

            However Cindy, you are part of the Brother’s Campfire family and I am protective of my own.

            Recently, I wrote a post about being a sheepdog of sorts. While there are flaws in this analogy, I find it has some merit. Some of my characters reflect this trait.

            Never, are you a pawn in a Storyteller’s game to be played.
            However, if you want to be part of the story, I would admire your participation!

            I appreciate you Cindy!

            Benjamin
            Brother’s Campfire

  2. Oh gosh that was so interesting. I managed to read the whole thing in a whiz. The thing is, I love such charachters🤗😂 I’ve met these people as the “Dracula” so many times and have hated them, but without them the organisation or position would collapse. :))))

    Too bad this is coming in parts. I want to read the rest as well😶😶💕😵

    1. That’s indeed true if they are not like this the organisation would be idle. You said you love such character but you have hated them as well.😁😁
      I’m glad you are enjoying the story. The third part would be coming soon.😁😁
      Thank you very much for reading my story ♥️🌸

  3. Yess I agree!! I’m sorry I meant, I’ve met these people and hated them while having to put up with them, but ultimately I have a respect for them💕 and admire them😁😁😋

  4. Awesome piece! And poor Jazelle! I’ve dealt with people like 3 piece suit Dracula and they’re no fun to be around. I’ll definitely be reading the next piece of this story! <3

    1. That’s true they lacks fun but it’s good if they are around. We will work with dedication.

      Thank you so much. I’ll make sure you like the next chapter.♥️🌸

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