Deciphering His Love

05 | The One With The Biriyani

23rd June 2016

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Shree adjust the folds of her white shirt, standing outside the closed doors of Madhav's office room, holding a notebook in one hand. Her phone beeps inside her trouser pocket and she fishes it out. There's a new message, she smiles as she reads the name of the sender.

Just now landed in Mumbai! How about lunch together?

I have planned to have lunch with my friends from work :(

How about some ice cream after lunch?

K. See you at 2pm! I'm busy ATM!

Bye <3

Shree tries her best to hide the smile creeping on her face as she slips it into her trouser pocket. She clears her throat again, tucking the stray bits of hair behind her ear. Mr. Bijoy, the old janitor pass weird looks at me as he walks past the corridor near Madhav's room.

"Come in Ms. Prasad!" he says even before she knocks on the door, leaving her surprised at his supposed telepathy. She opens the door and walks in. He is wearing a denim and a grey shirt that's neatly tucked in- the same clothes he was wearing yesterday- she realizes.

"Good morning sir," she greets and he nods. He is sipping his Double Espresso while his deep black eyes remain glued to the flat screen monitor.

Shree opens the notebook in her hands "Sir, the CEO of British Cosmetics has agreed to send us their styling experts to do the hair and make up for the Demure and Blue Flame models at the Mumbai Fall Fashion Show. Mr. Eugene Wood, their chief stylist has requested to meet our models before the event."

His eyes are on her now. She gulps and turns over to the next page "Also, Mr. RK has decided to keep the company's AGM on the 19th of August and he wants you to double check on the report which will be prepared by him and Ms. Leila. He requests a summation of all income and expenditure of Blue Flame and Demure as soon as possible."

"Tell him that he shall get them soon!" he says tracing a finger around his Styrofoam cup "Let him also know that I'm planning to open another branch for Demure by the end of July in Goa. Apparently a block of land, owned by the Home Minister of Goa, is available for sale near a tourist beach. Many businessman want to acquire it, but he is planning to give it to the company which is not only welfare oriented but also to those quoting the least expensive tender. But before that you and I have to sort out some urgent matters. Inform the all General Managers of Demure in Venice, Paris, Mumbai and Bangalore to email in the forecasted balance sheets by next Friday 9pm. Keep on reminding them that I don't like delays. I need them before the deadline."

Shree nods as she jots them all into her notebook hoping dearly that she got them all penned down. "Is that it sir?"

"Yes, Ms. Prasad!" he says leaning back onto his leather bound chair. "Oh! Yes! It's good to know your mother's sari is as good as new. But will that make my car look as good as new?"

"I thought you forgave me for it the first day itself sir!"

He smirks to himself and the glint in his eyes fails to go unnoticed "No! I won't! Unless you do me a favor." Shree lets out a loud gasp and stare at him taken aback, realizing what that 'favor' might be. "No! No! It's not as you think it to be!"