Lucky Guy!
A crease formed on her left cheek almost running all the way from her nose to her chin. She wore a slim sparkling gold chain with an arrow pendant he noticed
"Thanks for making it all the way on a Friday evening he extended his hand
She shook it graciously and nodded "It was crowded but not miserable she smiled fully
They spent the next 3 hours going over many many ratios and reports. She circled some with her marker after printing them out
She had a bloated stack of "concerns she listed out by hand on printer paper
She even cataloged them painstakingly giving the fiscal year and page on annual report reference
He argued with her about her "methodology
"This is not what I meant
"Oh! You are just making sweeping assumptions
"I cannot be reviewing every freaking invoice my accounting team generates
"All relationships are built on trust, the snack manufaturers I sell additives to trust me to get the raw material on time I in turn trust my suppliers to operate under good faith and let me know if there is a contamination issue. You've got to have learned that in biz school?
"Samidha? Is it OK if I call u that? "Or do u prefer Ms. Saran? "
"Mrs Saran or Samidha is fine she shrugged coolly
He did a double take mentally when she said MRS.
He swallowed unable to come up with anything to say
Felt stupid as she wasn't the first married person he had spoken to. Umm... whats going on... OK... she is married
"OK... Mrs Saran? he insisted
"I guess Samidha is fine since we have been arguing F2F for 2 hours and over email for a week she smiled guilelessly
He cleared his throat as if she had just taken her blouse off or something
"Umm.. yeah... I cannot be everywhere I cannot be looking at everything. I have a set of 50 marquee customers I watch them like hawk
"That's fine... but they haven't been producing any profit the last 3.4 years she said firmly
"I know my numbers and I will have to counter that I am sorry
"Please do... I have 29 pages of bullets... it cant be all wrong
He grunted and stretched as she watched his buttons strain... forming "Os he quickly dropped his arms
She looked down at her laptop self consciously
She chuckled to herself that she was unusually curious about his chest
He looked like he had washboard abs
"I think I know whats going on he said unwilling to accept the truth
"I am OK with u being aware, but we wont find the leaky faucet with your theory she said biting down a yawn
"You haven't had a chance to meet half the people I employ, how about we reconnect next week?
She nodded amiably and stood up
Her pen fell on the floor, she bent to pick it up and when she looked up his eyes were on her
" Are you from Madhya Pradesh? he asked unfazed
She nodded... "Jabalpur she said
Bikram Saran was born and raised in Jabalpur, joined the Army, went to NDA Kharakwasala, was a Captain in the elite red beret Para SF (Parachute Regiment) specialized in counter terrorism unconventional warfare, hostage rescue etc.
Was deployed near the mountains of Aizwal to conduct proactive raids in low intensity conflict situations, he was ambushed in an counter insurgency operation, one night, taking his life, shredding his body to bits, at the young age of 33.
"A happily married woman!! Avyaan Singh concluded as she walked out of his office, "Lucky guy! he gave a backhanded compliment to the dead man...for not being dumped like he was!!
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