"Why are you even here?", He snapped frustrated as he turned to the other side. His arms crossed in front of his chest.
"I should be the one saying that, you are standing in the middle of my house", she shot back her own frustration building up at t...
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🎶 Happier than ever 🎶
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
20 years later
Mumbai, India
"Our factory has recently completed a new line of equipments. The first shipment of these machines has just arrived at our office. They are not perfect. We know that, and we want to improve them. So we should be deeply obligated to you if you could find time to look them over and give us your ideas about how they can be made more serviceable", said Mr. Wesley,s assistant turning around from the projector that showed their idea in detail before glancing at his boss expectantly.
"That's right, this is the sample of our product. It,s a great opportunity for you to work with us Mr. Singhania" said Mr. Wesley with a smug look on his face
I wanted to wipe that smug off his face. But I just kept my cool looking at Mr. Wesley who sat opposite to me,putting one ankle over his knee trying to look confident.
A heavy silence hung in the air as I observed him with my left arm hanging behind my arm chair like a hunter looking for his prey. I loved how he squirmed under my intense gaze.
Pathetic.
the audacity of this man to think that he even has a chance to work with me, me?
