Passion & Dilemma

5. In His Embrace

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Sarthak's POV

"But why me?" My whining came out muffled because of the apple stuffed in my mouth. "Send someone else. I'm busy," I said and turned to leave, only to be pulled back by my father.

"You have to go because I said so, okay?" Dad gave a tight-lipped smile and threw the file at my chest. I caught it and shoved the apple into his hand. "Go and talk it out with the client. Remember, you have to get this done anyhow." He patted my shoulder before leaving me alone.

"Ugh," I grunted, hitting the file on my head and walking to my car.

I wore my shades and ignited the engine before leaving.

I was given an important task to go and convince the client who was trying to pull back after being with the company for almost five years now.

Digvijay Singh was that important client who had given us many big projects, and we just simply couldn't lose him.

He was too stubborn and prideful to deal with, which was why I was being pushed to pursue him when I, sure as hell, had no interest.

Reaching the place, I looked at the well-designed restaurant.

Why the hell would he want to meet in a restaurant of all places? Now I have to eat with that rude oldie.

I got in and the aroma of sweets and spices hit my nose, tempting me to just sit in a nice corner silently and eat. But I chose otherwise and asked the staff for Mr. Singh's table.

From afar, I saw Mr. Singh laughing out loud at something the man before him, whom I assumed to be the manager, said.

I took a deep breath and looked at my appearance one more time while passing by a mirror. I looked perfect and it gave me a bit of confidence before I walked to his table.

"Mr. Singh..." I drawled, and he looked at me before lazily leaning back in his seat.

"Sarthak," he nodded and put his knife and fork down before gesturing at the chair across from him. "Sit. I thought your father or brother would come. But they sent you instead, huh?" He laughed at his own words and I responded with a fake one of my own.

"Uh, yeah. They wanted to come here, but I insisted to let me have the chance of meeting you." His rich laughter broke out again, making me confused.

What's so funny?

"Good, good. It's nice to see you again though." His laughter vanished and a smile remained. "I see, you are doing great in taking up the company's responsibilities. After all, you are the next COO."

I smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond to his last sentence. What's with everyone's obsession with me being a COO? Man, I'm only 26. Let me live.

"You know what? Your parents are coming to my home for dinner this Wednesday. You shall join them too. Sonakshi will be glad to see you again after years."

"Ah, yes, Sonakshi. By the way, how is she? I heard she was in the UK," I said, taking fake interest in his daughter's personal life.

"She's good, came back last month and now is learning work from me," he said proudly and I nodded.

These types of conversations are the reasons why I do not indulge myself with clients at all.

Like, man, you are here to discuss work, then do that. Why talk about unrelated and unnecessary stuff? Such a waste of time.

After what seemed like an eternity to me, he finally stopped and I began to speak without wasting any more time. And as expected, Digvijay Singh exhausted my brain and patience before we came to a mutually beneficial agreement.