Amartya Suryadev Shetty despises change, feelings, and giving away even an ounce of his power.
"Love cripples you, and renders you useless." He says.
Billionaire dream of the ladies, Amartya wants to dedicate his life to his family, his assassinate...
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Amartya Suryadev Shetty needed a personal assistant and that was weird because as far as I knew, Raghav was his PA, and he was one fine man, now wasn't he? But then against these rich people may need more than one A for god knows what. Even the advertisement in the newspaper looked like Mr. Shetty himself had crafted it, because of course just like everything about him and his AmarVvani, it stood out, which brought my attention to it. I know I have completed my master's in business, but everyone starts somewhere, and working with AmarVani would only add another feather to my cap. Another reason why I did not think twice about giving the lovely gentleman
*scoffs*
a visit because there was n number of things I wanted to talk about, for example, my brother's health, and number two, how about he stayed the fuck away from my property. Fine! I won't holler out my concerns I had sworn, but then again something about this man just agitates me. Like, what was it with putting all this pressure on my brother? Sending him off to Delhi overnight? Angaar says his boss trusted him with a project back at the capital but then again, it was only right for Mr. Shetty to know about his adverse health conditions because I know Angaar would never speak of it.
"Hi, I am here for the interview."
"Hello, mam-"
Okay, this is new.
"May I please see your appointment letter?"
"Um, I don't have any. I just came across the advertisement last night. I was wondering if I could give it a shot."
Give AmarVani a shot?
I smiled sheepishly at my foolish words but the receptionist in front of me did not seem to mind. She smiled before gesticulating to her left.
"Mam, you can take the elevator to the first floor, the interview is taking place right there."
I thanked her before she stood up and leaned closer to me as I had already turned.
"And listen,"
I raised my brows incredulously,
"If someone asks anything about the letter, tell them you have one."
I nodded, before strutting my way to the designated floor. Something about her demeanor did not sit right with me, or well, maybe I had judged AmarVani a bit too much, but was I to be blamed? The last time I visited not only the receptionist was rude beyond belief, but the kind of show Mr. Shetty had pulled up, made me nauseous about how these guys can go to any extent to show how important they were.
Ding
My eyes popped open and stayed like saucers for about ten seconds when I saw about a hundred people sitting in front of me. This floor was actually designed like an auditorium, with an inbuilt lift that would straight open up inside the space. Seeing all that competition, I clutched onto my folder tightly, tossing the idea of getting selected immediately out of the window. I mean, the view in front of me was colossal. Men and women dressed up in expensive clothes had I not known that we all were here for an interview, I had believed that Mr. Shetty had summoned his staff for a conference or something.
