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Chapter 16
AIRAB
I sign the papers confirming the script written for the ad. I smirk seeing my signatures. I have the authority over everything here.
I could not help but approve this brilliant piece after rejecting twenty-three scripts in last five days. The animation script-writing team was behaving sluggish, stepping over my endurance to absorb such performance. So I made them dance this week earning silent apology yesterday. This is my kind of punishment.
Reading a tiny part of scene, my mind was on its tour to make imaginary animations when I hear a knock at my cabin's door.
"Yes." I habitually answer, capping the color combinations in mind-frame.
Sensing the person who knocked in the room, I look up. It's Meher, the new hired animation creator. She has lived her whole life in UK but now has shifted to Pakistan with parents. Despite her dressing, I had to hire her seeing the remarkable skills and abilities she possesses. She is incredibly proficient at the work. During interview when the interviewing team, including me, was asking questions, her answers were exact, to the point. I liked her at the instant.
"Sir, before I make animations of this scene, can you please check if the frame is right. Don't you think that the chocolate is copious?" She does not mail me saying when there are too much copies you tend to get confuse. Working on the high capacity animation creator computers, she copies it into her laptop and then shows the seniors and me. Not that she does not keep previous files. She does but in her own way.
For now, she is bending, holding onto the lid of white sleek laptop given by the company.
Her shirt has V-neck cut, exposing her breasts but she cares the least. Today she is wearing a loose trousers with the abstract digital print shirt reaching her mid-thigh. I lower my eyes onto the screen. I despise such dressing but I need her at work.
Her testing work which she submitted last week was amazing enough to have me given her a very important and expensive animated ad of Dairy Milk.
"No, it's fine. Just color these stairs at back in purple – the theme color. And yeah also add liquefy brown shade over it. All else is fine." I point out the errors, passing her a professional smile.
"Oh, thank you so much, Sir." She flashes her bright beam, closing the lid of laptop and holding it in her hand.
"Pleasure, Ms. Meher." I say, replying back to Bareera Aapi about the pictures she has sent me. I look up finding her standing there, ogling over me.
"Yes, Ms. Meher?" I ask in a tight professional tone, clarifying that this staring would not work on me.
"Actually, Sir. I am tired." She pouts her lips trying to look cute. I remember Elza's pout and smile. She is so sweet. Her feathery kisses... wild moans... Keep your thoughts under control, Airab.
"Want a day off?" I ask. She has plenty of time – 28 days to submit the animations. She can take the day off.
"No, a long lunch break. I will be back in three hours." She asks and I nod.
"As you wish Ms. Meher. Enjoy." I ask and hold the finance file of the Coca Cola ad sent to me an hour ago by the Finance Department.
She is still here.
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Billionaire's Feisty Wife (Updating In the End of September 2021)
Romansa~Winner of The Praise Worth Awards~ When the Sweet, Confident and people's person Airab Haroon, done M.Phil. in PR and Advertising, is married to the feisty and young Elza Ali who is 18 years only. How will she welcome his love, his passion? Will...
