𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒚𝒎𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 36

The cold air of Toronto embraced Armaan as he stepped out of the airport, his fur-lined coat pulled tightly around him. His PA, Mr. Yadav, stood at his side, a small notebook in hand.

"The car is ready, sir. We have a meeting with the Canadian delegation in two hours." Mr. Yadav's voice was crisp and efficient, the perfect foil to Armaan's restless energy.

Armaan nodded, his gaze scanning the surroundings. "Let's hope we can make a deal out of this, Yadav. The company is counting on us."

As the sleek black car pulled away from the curb, Armaan turned his attention to the window. The snow-covered streets of Toronto glittered in the late afternoon light, a stark contrast to the smog-filled skyline of Mumbai.

"The Canadians are tough negotiators, sir," Mr. Yadav said, breaking the silence. "We'll have to be on our toes."

Armaan nodded, his mind already turning over the details of the deal. "I've dealt with tougher opponents, Yadav. Just make sure the numbers add up."

Mr.Yadav smiled.

The car wound its way through the streets of Toronto, the city's landmarks flashing by in a blur. Armaan's mind was racing, piecing together strategies and counter-strategies for the upcoming meeting.

"And what do you know about their CEO, Mr. Alistair?" Armaan asked, his voice calm and calculated.

Mr. Yadav riffled through his notebook, pulling out a sheet of paper. "Alistair Richardson. Harvard graduate, founded his company in the early 2000s.

"Known for being a shrewd businessman, he has a reputation for driving hard bargains," Mr. Yadav continued. "But he's also known for his integrity and honesty. If we can appeal to his sense of fair play, we might just have a shot at sealing the deal."

Armaan leaned back in his seat, his lips curving into a slight smile. "Honesty, eh? That's a weakness I can exploit. Let's give Mr. Richardson a taste of his own medicine."

Mr. Yadav nodded, scribbling a note in his notebook.

The car pulled up to the towering skyscraper that housed the Canadian company's headquarters. Armaan stepped out, his coat billowing around him as he strode towards the entrance, Mr. Yadav at his heels.

Inside, the lobby was all gleaming marble and polished wood. Armaan's eyes narrowed as he took in the opulent surroundings, his instincts already telling him that this was going to be a tough negotiation.

"This way, sir," a receptionist said, leading them to the elevator.

"Mr. Armaan Singh Oberoi," Richardson greeted him, his smile widening. "I have heard much about your business acumen."
Armaan inclined his head slightly. "As have I about yours, Mr. Richardson. You've built quite an impressive empire."
Richardson nodded, the two men circling each other with the polite small talk of business sharks.

The negotiations were intense, the stakes high. Armaan and Richardson went back and forth, each side pushing for the best deal for their respective companies. But Armaan was a master of his craft, his persuasive skills and keen intellect pushing the balance in his favor.

Finally, after hours of discussion and debate, Richardson extended his hand. "It has been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Oberoi. I believe we have a deal."

Armaan grasped the man's hand firmly, a victorious smile curving his lips. "Indeed, Mr. Richardson.

Armaan retired to his luxurious hotel suite, the glow of victory still warming his chest. Yet, despite the sweet taste of success, something tugged at the edges of his thoughts, a persistent feeling of disquiet that he couldn't quite place.

He gazed out of his window, the lights of Toronto glittering like stars in the dark expanse. There was something about this city that stirred old memories, memories he had worked so hard to bury. He felt as if the ghosts of the past were whispering his name, beckoning him to confront what he had run from.

"Mr. Oberoi," Mr. Yadav said, stepping into Armaan's hotel suite, his voice respectful yet urgent. "You have a scheduled visit to a local school tomorrow. It's part of the company's outreach program. They are expecting you at 10 am sharp."

Armaan nodded, his mind still in a haze of nostalgia. "Very well. I assume there will be a speech to make?"

"Yes, sir. And a photo opportunity as well," Mr. Yadav replied, his voice brisk and efficient.

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