He irritated her, but she was stuck with the new boss; For him, she was just his secretary and no one important.
But everything changed one stormy night. Maaz Nawab Ali, owner of Paris's posh Five-star hotel and Anaya Hussain his secretary landed up...
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And guys, so sorry for missing last Friday. Things got a little hectic. Sorry for the inconvenience.
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Anaya walked into the main kitchen. As soon as she entered the strong smell of food hit her nostrils. She passed through the counters where the chefs were working. She stopped in front of the counter where there were a coffee maker and a juice machine. She looked around and searched for green tea bags. She shifted and began searching in the rack.
'Need any help?'
A soft baritone startled her, and her palm hit the rack, it toppled, and all the packets fell on the counter. She turned her head and found Gabin standing next to her. Even in heels she barely reached till his shoulders. She looked down from his handsome face and noted he was dressed in his chef's uniform, the sleeves folded till his elbows. She eyed the sexy nerve on his forearm. She gulped.
'Ah, you are looking for a green tea-bag, right?' Gabin asked. Slowly, Anaya looked at him and nodded. He smiled and turned. Anaya watched him pick all the packets and place them back on the rack. He searched for the teabag.
'Ah-ha!' He exclaimed, and Anaya snapped from her trance. It was so funny that whenever she was in his presence, she gets transformed into a silly crushing schoolgirl. Every time she gets transported into a dreamland.
