𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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"What…?" I gape at him, my mouth opening and closing as I struggle to comprehend what he's saying.
No. He wouldn’t dare.
"We’re planning to redesign my head office in the U.S., and I need your help," Aman says casually, his sharp gaze fixed on me.
"No." My response snaps out before I can stop it, my heart hammering in an uneven staccato.
Claire lets out a dramatic gasp while Bunny raises a questioning brow in my direction.
"Nitya," Aman says, my name rolling off his tongue with deliberate ease. "Mr. Paulson spoke highly of your team. In fact, he practically sang praises, recommending Vintage Design & Co as the perfect choice. I trusted his judgment and thought working with your team would be a wise investment."
He shakes his head, feigning disappointment. "But it seems your company isn’t particularly interested in working with me."
He sighs heavily, then shifts his attention to Claire, his expression morphing into a charming smile. "Am I right, Ms. Smith?" His tone is laced with challenge.
"Of course not, Mr. Mehra!" Claire quickly interjects, flashing me a tight smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. Her teeth grind together visibly. "Nitya’s just having an off day. She was late this morning, you see. I’ll have a word with her."
She stands, grabbing my arm with an iron grip that stings, clearly intent on dragging me aside for a lecture.
But Aman’s tone cuts through the air like a knife. "No." The warmth in his voice vanishes, replaced by a steely edge. "Speak to her here. In front of me."
The smile is gone from his face now, his piercing gaze fixed on Claire.
Claire falters, her confidence crumbling under his unyielding stare. "Y-yes, Mr. Mehra," she stammers, sinking back into her chair beside me. Her voice turns sugary sweet as she leans toward me.
"Nitya, you know how much this deal means to us," she murmurs, though the concealed irritation in her voice is unmistakable. "This could be the biggest project we’ve ever handled, and our manager is expecting great things from you."
Her forced smile flickers toward Aman, who’s watching me now with an expression of renewed interest.
Her voice lowers to a hiss near my ear. "We need this. Don’t ruin it."
I bite my lip hard, my thoughts spiraling as I weigh my options.
Can I work with him after what happened?
Is he playing games with me?
My irritation halts as Bunny speaks, "I stand with Nitya. If she doesn't want to work with Mr Mehra then I am out." He smiles at me reassuringly.
