The truth that's holding back

Chapter 2

IRA'S  POV

"Listen miss. I don't give a damn about it. It's this company that needs my favor, not the other way. So I don't have time to deal with a rude receptionist."

He walked to the elevator after yelling at me, as if he's the boss here.

Bloody rich people!

Calm down Ira, he can't bother you. This is your first day. You're here to work and not to get mad at some rude, very rude creatures. I took a deep breath and reminded myself.

Blue Sky is a place for the billionaires. Even a 24-hour-stay costs more than my whole month's expenditure. It is obvious that I have to deal with a lot of self obsessed people. I can't loose my cool so easily.

I got back to work. I can't waste my time. This jobs requires speed, accuracy, concentration and a sweet talker to please the costumers. However I highly doubt if I could concentrate today. First that ill mannered jerk and now this shrill ringing of this telephone.

"Hello, Blue Sky Hotel, how may I help you?" I recited the line taught by my supervisor.

"Miss Sen, come to my office within 5 minutes." I heard the manager, Mr. Mehra's rather sharp command before he hang up the call.

His voice made me feel that it's the time when my nightmare come true.

SROTH'S  POV:

I came out of the elevator fixing my coat. All the staff, I came across, greets me with great respect. I smirked, satisfied with the effect of my aura.

Nobody, I mean nobody dares to cross my path.

You'll know it soon, miss receptionist.

I knocked on Uncle Abhinav's cabin door and get in without waiting for his response. I found him sitting behind huge piles of file and trying to sort them out, as usual. Only trying.

He looked up and sent a smile towards me. I nodded and sat in front of him.

"Sroth. I was waiting for so long." He smiled at me. His grey hair and wrinkled skin make him look like he's in his 70s. However, he is only 49 years old.

Of course he would have to wait for me when he's counting on me. He should be grateful that I even showed up.

Mr. Abhinav Khanna was once a successful businessmen. Whatever he had, all the firms and hotels were all built by his father and grandfather. He had always neglected his responsibilities in his youth and now he is here. Counting on others to help him out.

Only if he had paid more attention to his business instead of grieving over his dead girlfriend, he would have been much more powerful.

"Dad said you want my help." I don't know why dad always wants me to help him.

"Don't put it like that. This deal could benefit both of us." He said, pushing a file towards me.

I took the file and turned pages without even looking. I put the file back on the table and smirked at Uncle.

"You want me to read this file. But I think your staff has other intentions."

"W-what do you mean Shroth?" Uncle Abhinav asked me, confusion filled in his voice.

"Your so-called receptionist."