Dead Girl living, Saffron BPO

This is one of the most shocking untold stories from a bpo in Gurgaon called Saffron. Some details might not be very accurate and though the management tried its professional best to bury the story, such a tale never goes untold. Saffron was built on top of a graveyard and most employees claimed to have seen or had absurd experiences. So this is what happened :

Saffron had a blended process which was one of the best revenue generating mediums for the company. Now like every garden has its best plant, this process had a girl named Rose (named changed). Rose was the brightest star on the production floor. The top, medium and lower level management looked upto her in terms of inspiration. She was the heartbeat of the process and the soul of her colleagues.

One day towards end of shift, she received an inbound call and being the person she is, she took it knowing her colleagues would be in a hurry to rush to their respective homes. The call went on for some time, in fact abnormally longer time. An average duration of an inbound call as per the process requirement should be around 5 mins, though exceptions are always there. This call went on for around 45 minutes. Her TL's and the quality team had to wait till all the associates were done with their calls. Eventually they decided to barge her calls to make sure she didn't need any support. They were shocked to find that she was talking with no one on the other end and it seemed like she was on a intense call. When the call got over she seemed different as if it was a call from a magician who cast a spell. No one said anything to her, after all she was the kingpin of the process.

The next day she didn't turn up for work without informing anyone. That was ok as this was the 1st time that she did took an unscheduled leave. She didn't turn up the next day either, again without informing anyone. The trend continued for the next couple of days when the human resource decided on taking an initiative to find out her whereabouts. They traced her accommodation as per the transport info. They found out that landlord isn't aware of any such girl. This was turning sceptical now. So the management made maximum attempts to establish contacts with her family. When they succeeded, they were shocked to find out that Rose passed away about 8 years back !!!

The management returned. Rose remained a mystery. Her best friend at work suffered a cardiac arrest on coming to terms reality. Case was buried in the grave of Saffron, unsolved.

location :gurgaon ncr

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