.Her imperfect partner.?

2. Frustrated.

.Eliana Roberts pov.

"Fucking Indian bastard...he is not gonna get a penny from me whatever it takes I am not ready to negotiate this deal John.. how many times I have told you not bring this matter up. if he's gonna file a case let him file the case.."Eliana for him it's just a case but for you and the companies reputation , what you're going to do about that ". Do you know what will people say about you and our company political activist s may burn our company..plus he got support from all the Asians whom you fired . He is gonna say you're a racist and you're humiliating Asians and spreading Asian hate. He even has tape saying cursing him as an Indian that's fair enough..you will be in jail . You need to understand the situation here Eliana.

"So what, John? Am I supposed to pay him 50 million dollars for stealing my...I mean, our company's new idea and selling it to his mistress who works at Richard Industries? He betrayed us! Don't you get that? We lost millions of dollars. And he's also a nasty pervert."

"Yes, Eliana, I get that you're upset, but you cursed at him, calling him an Indian Asian or whatever—that's racist. Plus, he's got support from all the Indian employees you fired later."

"John, I don't fire Indian employees alone. I fire everyone who's not working properly, not just Indians," I scoffed.

"But it's not gonna work, Eliana. And you don't have any proof that he stole our idea. Richard Industries has his back—they're going to claim it was their idea. He's got more backup and proof. I know 50 million is not a big deal for you, Eliana, compared to our entire company. If you're going to go to court, I'm ready. After all, I am your lawyer, and I can do my best. But every board member said it would be better if you accept the offer."

"Whatever, John. Give me some time," I said as I exited the room in a frustrated mood. Heading towards the interview room to select a replacement for that old bastard's seat, I hoped the new one wouldn't be a cheater. Maybe I am racist or whatever, but I am never going to hire an Indian in my company again, I mumbled to myself as I entered the room.

I saw a girl sitting on the chair with her back facing me. She quickly stood up and turned around, greeting me with a small smile. I nodded in acknowledgment. She seemed like a normal girl, appearing natural with no makeup on her face. She had a beautiful smile, and her dimples were quite cute. Her black hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, and her facial features were perfect in size. Her plump lips and deep eyes caught my attention; despite their simplicity, they conveyed multiple emotions that I couldn't quite read. She was wearing a black shirt and a gray skirt. She wasn't skinny but had a nice body, a little fluffy at the belly, which I found cute. Her dress was neat and didn't show any cleavage, suggesting she wasn't trying to get the job by showing off.

I shook off my thoughts. Why am I judging her looks? I'm here to assess her capabilities. I sat in my chair, gave her one of my half-fake smiles, and asked her to introduce herself. When she said the word "Indian," I scoffed internally. That bastard's face flashed in my mind, and now here's another one who might do the same thing. I felt more disgusted. My colleagues smiled at me, finding it quite funny. I wanted to fire her right at that moment, but I kept checking her knowledge. From her answers, I could tell she had brains. I hoped she would use them for the best, or else I'd fire her within a month.

I learned that she had been recommended by a prosperous businessman whose company is one of our shareholders. So, of course, I couldn't reject her outright. I maintained my bitchy face, which she seemed to find annoying or perhaps intimidating. She wasn't looking into my eyes, and I must say she was scared. I liked having such an effect on people. I smiled to myself internally, thinking about how I was going to shatter this young girl's dream about America. She described America as her dreamland, something heavenly and magical. Now, I was going to show her the true America and the true American people

She told us that we were generous people.. I am gonna be very generous to you Kiara...I mumbled myself as she walked out of the room with a toothy smile. I was not even intrested in looking up from my phone guess what all indians deserve that attitude from me.

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