Nritya: What are you aiming at Sir?
Nayak: Why, I want to be your friend, philosopher and guide. [He caresses her bare back.]
Nritya: I find your philosophy quite discomforting Sir. [She pushes away his hand.]
Nayak: But my friendliness can further your career.
Nritya: I’m like your daughter Sir.
Nayak: What were your subjects of study?
Nritya: I’m a commerce graduate Sir.
Nayak: That’s the problem with the non-biology gang. Even if it is half a pass at them, these women are quick to say, don’t you have a mother, sister etc. What stupidity. Why to drive out the silliness from women’s heads, study of biology must be made compulsory.
Nritya: [Keeps mum.]
Nayak: Put an end to the fatherly nonsense and begin to see the attractions older men hold for young things like you. Well, if it not attraction, let it be expediency. Who wants to be hired in the morning only to be fired in the evening? It’s not the way to start a career. Think about it.
[Nritya goes to her seat and sits perplexed while Nayak continues to ogle at her from his chamber. The clock (not in the scene) strikes one and they both open their lunchboxes. They both finish their meal and the telephone rings in the chamber and Nayak answers the call (mute). Nayak goes to Nritya with a file in hand.]
Nayak: I’ve an urgent meeting to attend. I’ll be back by five to take you out for a movie. Be ready.
Nritya:[Keeps mum.]
[Exit: Nayak in a hurry.]
[Nritya is seen lost in her thoughts in her chair. The clock (not in the scene) strikes five and she comes out of her stupor.]
[Enter: Nayak. He goes into his chamber and calls Nritya on the intercom (mime). Nritya picks up a bunch of letters and goes up to him. Having placed them on the table she turns to go back to her seat.]
Nayak: Nritya.
Nritya: [Stops and turns towards Nayak.] Yes Sir.
Nayak: Have you thought of any movie?
Nritya: I thought you were only testing me Sir.
Nayak: Sit down.
Nritya: [Takes her seat.]
Nayak: Don’t you know that you should always carry your notebook and pencil when I call you.
Nritya: I’m sorry sir.
[Nayak pushes a paper and pencil towards Nritya that she takes and awaits his dictation.]
Nayak: Would you like me to dictate your termination letter?
Nritya: But why Sir.
Nayak: Do you know how a corrupt cop behaves?
Nritya: I don’t know Sir?
Nayak: Why he harasses before he obliges that too if bribed. And that bugs you, won’t it?