Chapter One
Sahir got out from the back of the car and began making his way into the building, ignoring the hoards of people along the way who had all stood up to greet him as he passed. He had just about reached the door to his office when he had been stopped in his tracks by a voice from behind, calling him. "Sahir Sir!" Sahir turned to his left slowly, where the voice had come from and saw his aged research employee huffing and puffing as he had reached him.
If there was one of the many things that Sahir hated, it was to be called from behind. "Mr Sharma" He enunciated angrily. "Hasn't anyone ever told you not to call people from behind?"
"I'm sorry sir" he tried to get his breath back.
"Well?? What is it? I have not got all day!"
"S-Sir" He said in between breaths. Clearly his health did not allow him to be working but Sahir insisted seeing as he had given him quite a hefty loan and it was yet to be paid. "I have the report you asked for"
"The report" He noted and snatched it from Sharma's hands. He barely skimmed it before ripping it to shreds and throwing it up in the air, the colour visibly draining from his employee's face and murmurs coming from around the office.
"S-Sir... But I worked all night on the report"
"This report" He raised his voice in order to interrupt his employee from making his feeble excuses "Was due yesterday. Not today"
"I know Sir but you see, my daughter was rushed to hospital..."
"Mr Sharma!" he bellowed. "I am not in the slightest interested in your sob stories" He told him clearly "You did not complete the task that was given to you, therefore you are dismissed" He told him simply.
"But sir..." He tried to reason with him. But he should have realised by now, Sahir was not one to be reasoned with. Sahir was about to walk off into his office when he stopped and turned back to face his employee for a moment.
"Oh and I want a cheque for the money you owe me by the end of the day. Or else..." He left the threat open-ended. Everyone knew the power that Sahir and his family had obtained. They were one of, if not the most influential families in the city.
"Sir, I do not have that kind of money..."
"Did I ask for an explanation? No. You may go. Security!" He called and within a few seconds two security guards arrived, ready to escort the now ex-employee off the site.
"And what are you all looking at? Am I paying you to watch me?" He asked and everyone quickly rushed around to their desks to get working or else their fate would be the same.
Sahir opened the door to his office and slammed it behind him before sitting down at his desk.
"Sir, your mother left a message asking you to call her"
"And you are telling me this now??" He yelled
"Sorry Sir" She said quietly, literally in tears. She had only started the day before. She had not even settled in yet.
"Has no one told you that if my mother calls then you forward the call straight away?"
"I am sorry sir"
"Leave. Now" He hissed, dialling the number on his phone and waited for her to leave the room until he pressed the call button.
Sahir was in charge of India's Leading Fashion House. Known and reputed across the country. He had maintained a certain reputation as a ruthless and hard hearted businessman amongst employees and business partners alike. He was one who was not to be messed one. That was for sure.
"Yes Ammi Jaan? Yes, I've spoken to the lawyer. Yes, I've finalised the deal for the show. Yes Ammi Jaan. Don't worry. I've got it under control. Yes. Okay." He ended the call abruptly. No goodbyes or see you laters. His relationship with his mother was a unique one. Almost like a business deal in itself. He had always loved and respected her. After all she was his mother. But for her, she had always kept him at a distance. Treated him like an employee to whom she would send orders. And he would do anything to remain in her good books, so to speak, therefore he would fulfil her orders regardless. No matter what it was he was asked to do.
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