Under My Umbrella

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“Why is the transaction taking so fucking long!?” I mutter over the call that I am having with the CFO of Zorious

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“Why is the transaction taking so fucking long!?” I mutter over the call that I am having with the CFO of Zorious. “Have I hired you so that you can take orders from your juniors?”

The bloody blokes don't get how a minute can make or break a deal.

02-05,
7:00 PM.

“No, Mr Malik.” He replies in a low faint voice. “Get it done, Quinn. I am not here to teach you leadership qualities.” I add before cutting the call and throwing my phone on the backseat.

People don't value time or worship work nowadays and that's when they loose it all.

I slam shut the door of my Range Rover Vouge. I don't understand why Dad is having this stupid dinner with our nemesis after years of no contact.

What possible can this lead to? A civil relationship with Khannas. Nah, I am not into it. Enemies should stay Enemies.

It's none of my business until it gets into my business.

As I move closer to the exit pushing my thoughts away my view fills with the figure of a women standing at the corner. Her face gets visible as light shines in from the outer and I instantly know who she is.

“Hey, I'm Adira Khanna.” She introduces herself in her soft American accent like I'm unfamiliar with her name. “I'm actually invited here for dinner but unfortunately I forgot my umbrella and the rain does not seem to stop.” She elaborates further and I shift my gaze outside to see how hard it is pouring.

Forgetting brolly in London can be real unfortunate but what else can we expect from Americans? Without a word I go straight to pick up brollies for both of us as rain is definitely not doing us any favour but so is not our luck.

Are we having a lack of brollies in the Malik household!? Just one in here. Damn.

I pick up the only one I find in the brolly bucket and walk back towards her. “Looks like we've only one here, you can use it. I'll manage.”

“No, that won't be right.” Who the fuck rejects a brolly at such situation!? I clench my jaw and narrow my eyes at her.

“We can share it, if that's alright with you.” She adds while I continue to stare at her face for a fine minute before nodding my head in approval.

Sweetness much, Ms Khanna? I totally get you.

We walk together on the walkway, lights on the sides of it shining in the dark. I am holding the brolly above our heads and due to our height difference we both are somehow getting soaked in the rain.

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