Chapter 9

When she reached MFF, she got out and placed all her stuff in the limo. She still had 5 minutes left. As soon as she got upstairs, she googled Suhit Goisan and printed out the first thing she saw. Just incase Angad decided to ask her.

And then once again she walked into the lair of the devil.

"Well, well, well, look who it is" Angad Khanna smirked, noticing Kripa walking in. He just knew that she came to beg for forgiveness for not completing the task. Seriously, unless this girl was a genius, she wasn't gonna to be able to even remember the things he had told her to do, let alone go out and do them. He couldn't wait to tell her that he, Angad Khanna, the most powerful man in the fashion industry, had won and she, Kripa Sharma, a basic nobody, had lost.

Kripa noticed the smirk and understood that Angad thought she was here to beg for a second chance. He thought she didn't complete the task. He thought he won, and she lost.

Boy was he in for a harsh surprise.

She confidently strode to his desk and sat down across from him. Neither of them said a word. Finally Angad broke the silence.

"So Kripa" he paused and smiled at her "how was it? I hope you did everything..." he trailed off.

"Oh sir it was a lot of fun. I learned so much about Suhit Goisan, the new music, the latest trends in clothes&accessories, London, and of course, MFF. Thank you soo much for this wonderful opportunity!" She gushed, smiling brightly and innocently.

Angad Khanna noticed the undertone- she was rubbing it in that she won the challenge. Which, he ruefully signed, she did. He wanted to yell at her for being so damn good, for showing him up. He wanted to fire her.

But he wouldn't. He was a gentlemen and in his eyes, unless there was a reason for dismissing someone, a man should not dismiss a lady. At least that's what he told himself. The truth was that he wanted to see how long it would take for her to lose, to snap. Because, c'mon get real- Angad Khanna always won. This tiny round didn't matter. He would be the winner of the big battle. Yes that was it. He would keep annoying and pestering her until she admitted she lost.

Kripa watched expressions fleet across his eyes. No matter how well he could mask his face, she could read his eyes. She saw fury, embarrassment, stubbornness, and then happiness fly across his chocolaty browns. Finally he spoke.

"Good to know you can at least do those minute things. Now, lets get going; we have a flight to board." He stood up and strode out of the room. Kripa walked behind him, checking out his as*

Short part, yes. Sorry. Like I said before, summer time's a busy time. Comments last time were sooo nice that I actually skipped on going out to eat with friends to do this part. =) so please continue with the amazing comments!