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Chapter 2 Milind Mishra placed the receiver back in the cradle. He ran his fingers through his unruly hair and placed his elbows on the table. He had just taken over Shah Group of Industries. Technically he had controlling interest but for a complete take over Prachi Shah still needed to sign some papers.
He knew a lot of drama was coming his way and he also knew that people could not just accept the fact that it was simply business. People seemed to think that doing what he did best made him a heartless monster. Never mind that the companies he took over were already suffering or the fact that he had probably saved hundreds of people their jobs. People only seemed to focus on the fact that he took companies over. Once he had been Milind Mishra from a chawl in Mumbai, liked by everyone. But somehow he had turned into Milind Mishra, global tycoon and according to some the world's only living heart donor. The only person who still seemed to like him was an old unlikely friend. And even she had increasingly told him that he'd changed a little too much.
Now he had taken over Shah Group he knew he was going to have to deal with more publicity. And the fact that the Shah Group belonged to his father's previous employer would only be blown out of proportion. He knew the company had been suffering even before Inder Shah's death and now his daughter hadn't been able to turn a profit. If people were rational then they would have to agree that he was actually doing the Shah's a huge favor. But people weren't rational; they were emotional and were swayed easily. They would make him out to be this big bad monster and Prachi Shah as his innocent prey.
Suddenly he felt hot. He opened the top button of his very expensive shirt smirking, thinking that at one time in his life the cost of this shirt alone could have sustained his family's needs for a month. But now he had a closet full of such shirts, not to mention the expensive trousers and shoes. He really didn't want the extravagance but his image needed it. People weren't exactly confident that a man wearing a torn T-shirt and ripped jeans could build 5 star hotels. He had begun his empire building hotels but now it spanned over so much more.
He got up and shrugged off his jacket and flung it carelessly. He walked around his expansive office and he absently thought about how it was larger than the first house he lived in. He would still often take off his shoes and walk bare foot on the plush carpeting loving the feeling it gave his toes. But he made sure that this happened only after office hours. He couldn't afford to have his staff see him like that. He ran a tight ship and all that depended on his staff's complete respect and a little fear. Only one person in the world had seen him walk around like that. Instead of laughing at him like he thought she would she had taken off her shoes and walked around bare foot as well. She had in fact gone a step further and ordered Chinese which they had eaten sitting cross-legged on the floor.
He smiled fondly at the memory and made a mental note to call her. But the papers at his desk drew his attention to them. Begrudgingly he picked up the papers and walked over to the huge window. It was a shame that he rarely had time to admire the view. He looked over the papers again and made mental notes about the changes that needed to be made. After all taking over a company the size of the Shah's, no matter how much trouble it was in, needed his complete attention and then some more. He had to make sure that Prachi Shah was re-compensated well enough so that she wouldn't take her qualms to the press. That's one thing he definitely didn't need. Not only would it hurt his image, his father would also not be happy if he thought Inder Shah's family was unhappy because of him.
Thinking of the negotiations with Prachi Shah was giving him a headache. He knew that the girl would fight hard. He was more than willing to give her a good position in the company and let her run it. She would just have to run the important decisions by him first. How could she not see this as a good opportunity? He had just saved her company and probably saved the jobs of all its employees.
Just as he was rationalizing his latest take over his cell phone rang. "Milind Mishra" he answered out of reflex. "Sir, this is Tripati." came the almost frightened answer. "Ah yes Mr.Tripati. Tell me". "Sir. Ms. Shah just entered the building. But she seems to be with two other women. And I don't think they are employees at Shah's."
"Well thank you for letting me know Mr.Tripati but I really don't care who the women are. I need to meet Ms.Shah and that's whom I'm concerned about." Milind said a little irritated.
"I'm sorry sir. I just thought that you would like to know. But she is here now and is heading up to her office." Came the hurried reply.
"Thank you Mr.Tripati. I'll be right over." And he hung up without waiting for a reply.
Milind reached for his jacket, reached up and buttoned his shirt up again and walked out of the door with long purposeful strides. He was hoping that Ms.Shah wouldn't put up too much of a fight or even worse cry.
Edited by critically-sane - 17 years ago
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