Mr. Imperfectionist 2

3. Not again...

I turn around and close my eyes. What I saw had me shaking in anger. Arman was kissing another of his receptionists."Arman..." I shout furiously while my eyes remain closed.

I feel the blood boiling in my veins. I have seen Arman messing around a lot of times, but never have I seen him messing around in his office, especially with his employees.

"Hey, Saanj." I heard Arman's voice. I could hear him chuckle when he took my name. I turned around and saw him blushing at me. His hair was messy, and he was running his hands on his white shirt to straighten the crease.

Rosy, the receptionist, was embarrassed and bowed her head. She wore a black miniskirt, a white blouse, and a black jacket. A few strands of her hair were loose.

"Rosy, go back to your desk," I said, then glared angrily at Arman. Rosy walked past me and quietly said, 'Sorry.'

I walked into his cabin and smacked his temple.

"Ouch," he said, crumbling his face and rubbing the area I hit.

"Are you totally out of your mind, Arman? What the hell do you think you're doing? She's your employee, you jerk." I thundered.

He rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his messy hair. "C'mon, don't make a big deal out of it."

"No big deal?" I asked, raising my brows. "What if someone else saw you, Arman? Clients are expected any minute. What if they'd caught you with that girl? "

"No one is allowed to walk into my cabin without my approval, except you, baby girl." He leaned down to kiss my cheek. I took a step back and gently pushed him away.

"Don't touch me, pervert," I said as I drew myself a chair. I sat by folding my arms on the glass table and resting my head on them. Arman was giving me more and more reasons to punch him in the gut.

"Sorry about that, Saanj. Now let's forget about what happened and prepare for the meeting. I'm going to use the restroom. I'll be back in a while," He then turned and went away.

I sat there, breathing and exhaling as I tried to relax before the meeting. It was a massive project, my dream project. I've always wanted to collaborate with Nasch. Today I got the opportunity that Arman's stupidity nearly ruined. I sat there thinking about the nightmare again. I had to keep myself occupied. The moment I was alone, the flashback of the nightmare followed.

Arman entered the cabin, smelling of fresh perfume and with his hair nicely gelled and shirt tucked in. His brown eyes glittered under the white lights. He was handsome, but a jerk.

"Like what you see?" he asked, smirking.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up."

He chuckled and turned on his laptop. We went through the revised contract. The location for the shoot was indicated in the contract this time. My eyes bulged out, and my heart dropped into my gut. The shoot was in Spain. I sat back in the chair in disbelief. I began to connect the dots. After two years, I had a dream involving Sabil, and my dream project was taking place in Spain, a country I had avoided visiting for four years. So far, I've had to pass up two wonderful prospects because the shoot site was in Spain. Working for Nasch, on the other hand, had always been a dream of mine. What should I do?

Arman looked at me carefully. He was well aware that I would decline this proposal. He cleared his throat. "Don't make any hasty decisions, Saanj. You know that this has been your dream. Don't let it go." He spoke in a small voice. His gaze was still cautious.

I exhaled audibly and rose from the chair. I began strolling around his cabin, trying to contemplate. Arman was not wrong. I shouldn't let go of such a big opportunity. But what about that nightmare? Why did I have that strange dream and learn about the shoot location on the same day? I couldn't make up my mind. My eyes were almost completely filled with warm tears. I stopped the teardrop from falling by using my fingertips. Arman kissed my head and held me from behind.

"You're fine, Saanj. Please take a seat." He spoke calmly.

I sat back in my chair. Arman sat across from me, looking at me intently.

"I have no idea what happened in Spain with you. You call me your best friend, yet you never open up about Spain. I had to get in touch with the crew of The Everyday Woman's magazine to find out the truth, but no one had any idea. Abhishek would avoid the topic every time I asked him about Spain. Saanj, you need to tell me the truth. Did someone try to harm you? Did someone force himself on you? What had happened in Barcelona, Saanj? Tell me, please."

I avoided making eye contact with him. I lowered my gaze to the table. Sabil's beautiful face crossed my mind at the mention of Barcelona. I tried to keep my emotions at bay. It's crazy how thinking about him still gives me shivers after all these years.

Before Arman could say anything else, his extension rang. He answered the call and said, "Yes, please send them in."

"They are here, Saanj. Pull yourself together. I want to see a big smile on your face, okay?" He said and pinched the tip of my nose. I swatted his hand away. He chuckled softly.

I sat up straight in my chair, lightly brushed my curls, and sighed. I tried to force a smile. It was difficult to maintain a smile while my mind was racing from the nightmare and the fact that the shoot was in Spain. I really hope it's not in Barcelona.

There was a soft knock on the door, and then a woman pushed the door open and asked, "Can we come in?" a wide smile on her face.

"Of course, Meghna, please come in," Arman remarked, rising from his chair to greet them.

Meghna and two other males entered the room. Meghna looked elegant and powerful. She looked stunning in a royal blue kurti, matching leggings, and a long blue designer shrug. She strode effortlessly in black high heels that clicked and clanked. Her rusted jhumkas appeared heavy, and she wore thick eyeliner and nude lipstick. I was smitten by her jhumkas and her sense of elegance. Meghna was a bit heavy, but she carried herself really well. She was shorter than me and, without her shoes, I'm sure she looked even shorter. She shook Arman's hand and offered him a short hug.

I noticed the men. One of them was white. He was attractive with grey eyes, blonde hair, a slender physique, and wonderful features. He smiled warmly as he glanced at me. I smiled back. Another man was Indian. He was a bit older, possibly in his late forties. He was holding two laptop computers. He set them on the table and then shook Arman's hand. He then turned to face me and extended his hand. I gave him a firm handshake.

Arman introduced us. "Meghna, meet Saanj. One of my favorite models and your potential show-stopper. Saanj, meet Meghna, the casting director in Nasch", We exchanged greetings and shook hands.

Meghna then introduced us to the other two men. "This is Prabhas, our editor." She remarked this while pointing at the middle-aged male. We exchanged greetings once more. "And, Rex, he's a well-known Spanish photographer." Arman and I shook hands with the Spaniard.

We then settled down for the meeting.