Varun
Tara was insane.
Just Purely Insane.
I adjusted my cuff links, and entered the meeting room. A large chair in maroon waited for me, a chair designated for Tara. I took large strides, my heart hammering against my chest and I could feel the eyes of Tara's investors on me. Fuck, what do I do?
Sanjana discreetly flashed me a thumbs up, I felt my face heat up rapidly at the thought of her watching me do this. I ran my hand across the armrest of the soft and expensive chair.
A throne built for Tara, a throne constructed and worked for by Tara. And then, I, Varun sat down on this throne, claiming the company.
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Shreyas
"You sold it to Varun?" My voice raised with each word, and Tara laughed softly. "Yes, just like the past seven times you've asked."
"Yes, because it's that ridiculous, Tara." I hissed, anger bubbling in my chest. Tara worked her ass off for this and here she was giving it to her so-called partner. I was going to beat the crap out Varun with a chappal when I get my hands on him.
"Shreyas?" Tara's voice shook me out of my angry thoughts, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She placed a hand over mine, "You do realize I'm so much smarter than you and I wouldn't do something stupid?'
Sheikh scoffed, "You married Shreyas, that's pretty stupid."
"Shut Up, Sheikh." The two of responded in sync. He made a face and stood up claiming that we were 'stuffing up the room with our romance stuff'.
"Varun owns around 25 percentage of the shares, and I own 25, and my secratary owns four." Tara explained, "This is my way of keeping control over my own company since The Chopra's tried to take over."
I nodded, and paused before admitting, "I still don't understand."
Tara laughed, and patted my head. "When there's a new owner, a company's sbare either decreases or increases, Varun's a no-body, so the shares will decrease. In that moment, Ajay's sister, Sanjana buys around five percent of our company. With Ajay's five percent and her's, it's a whole ten. Meaning 64% of the company is still under my control."
"But Varun own's it now," I was still boggled at how this worked. Tara sighed, "He's just a puppet."
"Oh." It finally sunk it. Tara shrugged, "Shreyas, I'm always a step ahead."
"I've noticed," I grimanced, making her smile. Her gaze flicked over my shoulder for a second, she leaned in and brushed her lips against my hand and stood up. "I've got to go, I'll be back."
I turned around and saw her secratary. Just before they dropped out of earshot, I overheard, "The meeting's over, and the result's are in."
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