The Serendipitous Encounter

Jealousy

Ram Ram Sabne,

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I am tired to even write any single line.

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The atmosphere in the boutique was electric. The staff buzzed around the showroom, adjusting displays and tidying up, all under the watchful eye of Neha Kapoor, the boutique owner. The boutique was known for its exquisite bridal attire, and today was no different as a bride-to-be admired herself in a luxurious lehenga, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

She worked all night to message every member to come early for the shift.

Neha Kapoor stood at the center of the bustling boutique, giving last-minute instructions to her staff as they prepared for the important task ahead. The anticipation was palpable, and every detail had to be perfect. She turned her attention to Saraswati, who stood poised and ready for the assignment.

Saraswati, Neha began, her tone authoritative yet encouraging, youll be going with Gwen. he will assist you with the designs and help showcase them. This is a crucial opportunity for us, so I need both of you to be at your best.

Gwen, an experienced sales boy known for his knack with clients, stepped forward and nodded. Well make sure everything goes smoothly, Mrs. Kapoor.

Neha gave them a firm look. Remember, we need to sell these designs at high rates. Dont undervalue our work. The quality speaks for itself, and our clientele must see that. Also, make sure to collect the contact details of every guest who makes a purchase. This could lead to more business in the future.

Saraswati and Gwen both nodded, understanding the weight of the task. They gathered the carefully selected outfits, ensuring each piece was meticulously packed and ready for presentation. The boutiques best sarees, lehengas, and fusion outfits were included, each one a masterpiece of design and craftsmanship.

Suddenly, the phone rang, cutting through the hum of activity. One of the salesgirls answered, her expression shifting from casual to shock as she realized who was on the line. "Mrs. Kapoor," she called out, "it's a call from Theodore D. Hawthorne's personal assistant!"

The name alone sent a ripple of excitement through the boutique. Theodore D. Hawthorne was not just any businessman; he was a top-tier mogul with an impressive network of connections. Neha Kapoor's eyes widened, and she hurried over to take the call herself.

"This is Neha Kapoor speaking," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Kapoor," the PA said smoothly. "Mr. Hawthorne is interested in your latest designs in Indian apparel. He has heard excellent things about your boutique and would like to see some samples. Specifically, he requests that they be presented by your efficient staff."

The entire staff exchanged surprised glances. Saraswati was already chosen for the same and one of their best salesgirls, known for her impeccable taste and charm, but it was unusual for a client to request a specific person. And for Theodore D. Hawthorne to do so? It was almost unbelievable.

Neha Kapoor clapped and everyone recovered quickly from their initial shock. This was a golden opportunity, one that could significantly boost their boutiques reputation. Of course, she replied smoothly. We would be honored to send our latest designs. Saraswati will be delighted to present them personally.

After ending the call, Neha turned to her staff, her excitement barely contained. We need to get our best designs ready immediately. This is an incredible opportunity for us. Make sure everything is perfect.

She then pulled Saraswati aside. Saraswati, this is huge. Theodore D. Hawthorne himself has requested you to present our designs. Do you understand what this means for us?