| 'Time' Series |
| Time#1 : Book One of The 'Secrets Duology' |
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The workings of her brain were a mystery to her own pneuma.
That's what Hinduja Rao always thought.
But, quite similar to her thoughts about her own self, was someone else aro...
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Word Count - 7400
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09 | The Interim Criminal Profiler & The Drunk Dogra Patriarch
"Sahib, Joseph Varghese sir is here."
"Let him in." The patriarch tipped his chin.
Karim nodded his head and turned around to strut out of his boss's office.
Sixty seconds later, a soft yet systematic rapping came from the locked entranceway of the patriarch's posh workspace. "Come in." He directed.
Immediately, the lofty Brazilian rosewood door unbolted to reveal a tall man in an olive-green turtleneck, black trousers, and a pair of Chelsea boots. Flashing a genial smile at him, he walked in.
Noticing this, Mahadevan stood up to greet him. "Good morning, Your Grace." He said, poker-faced.
"A sun-kissed hello to the chieftain of the Dogra clan from my side as well." Joseph Varghese greeted him back wittily.
Minimizing the Excel sheets on his MacBook, Mahadevan flashed a faint smile and ambled closer to the man in front of him. "Coffee, wine, orScotch?"
"Scotch," Joseph stated, engaged in a firm handshake with the man before.
"On the rocks?"
"Yes."
"Alright." Gesticulating at the davenport in the far left section of the office, Mahadevan said, "How about we settle down with our drinks first and then carry on with our conversation?"
