Learning to love

Adrian

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"Good morning sir"

I heard as I walked through the swinging glass door, towards my office. I was followed by a small man in a black and grey striped t-shirt that almost covered his big round belly, the curls in his hair sticking to his round brown cheeks, sweat beads decorated his nose as he pushed up his blue framed glasses.

"Mr Ivashkov, we have set up the house, the workers are unloading and settling all of your furniture and home needs" he panted as struggled to keep up. " all you need to do now is to sign the contract and sign the power of attorney. We can wait for the lawyer if you like?"

We entered into my office and sat on the white leather chairs set around a small, oval glass table. The little man opened his suitcase with clammy hands and pulled out a clear file. He continues further, setting up his pen and the contract in front of me. Once he was satisfied he leaned back on the chair, the leather squealing in protest and folded his chubby fingers in front of him.

"By the way Mr Ivashkov, you could have any piece of land you want, build a big bungalow anywhere you want, why did you pick this place, this slum area? He asked

I inhaled through my nose and slowly exhaled before I answer " because some places hold memories that are much more expensive than a big house in a rich area".

" I shared my childhood in this area,or-" I scoffed, "whatever childhood I had experienced, you see in my childhood, my mother- who is the namesake of my company, the reason Iam successful- she sacrif-"

The door opened and another man entered into the office, "sorry for being late Sir."

I looked up at him, "oh no that's quite alright, no traffic in New york is like no heat waves in California"

He smiled and sat next to the house agent, pulling out all of the papers. "We have made a copy of the contract one will be for you Mr. Bose and the other will be for Mr. Ivashkov". He pushed the copies of the contract to each individual, his client and the property agent, "have you thoroughly read and agreed to the terms?" he started with the usual protocol, continues with details of each party's specific contract terms, this was followed by a couple of signatures here and there and the house was mine.

The big man pulled out a small red decorated box and presented it to me, "here Mr. Ivashkov, these are sweets"

"Sweets?" I repeated inquisitively while slowly moving my hand to receive it.

"Oh, yes" he answered diligently, "it's Indian tradition to complete any good deed, especially buying a house with sweets, and seeing as I am Bengali, it is vital to give you some sweets" he inhaled deeply as if he had  forgotten, then his eyebrows furrowed as his blue framed glasses slide down the bridge of his nose. "Try it" he encouraged, "it is also in Indian tradition to at least taste the sweets, although I don't think you will be able to stop yourself after one bite." he chuckled.

"I know I can't" he muttered to himself.

I nodded my head and opened the small box in front of me, inside were little round, yellow balls I picked one up and moved it closer to my face. Mr. Bose chuckled lightly, "it's called a Laado Mr Ivashkov".

I looked up at him his brown eyes filled with warmth and happiness, "please, Adrian" I obliged.

His sleek black phone vibrated on the desk, eyes eyes dilated as he read the callers name followed by a quick glance at the phone. He stated to pack up his equipment in a frenzy. I watched his movements in confusion, he packed his back and pushed himself out of the chair rushing out of the office, towards the door.

The lawyer and I looked at each other in utter confusion. Suddenly the door opened again, "Sorry Adrian Babu, my mother wants me home, apparently my dearest sister is not allowing her to eat ice-cream, I need to do damage control." he chuckled as he shut the door again and disappeared.

I smiled to myself, he seemed nice, his family too, thinking about family, I got up boxing up the sweets given to me and putting them in my bag. I looked at the lawyer, "I need to go, see how my mom is settling in. Please mail all the papers to me and also those investment options"

I walked out with the lawyer, nodding to all my employees and Tina, smiling about Mom's new home.

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