MG FF: Femme Fatale (2) - Page 47

Femme Fatale

Chapter Eleven

Enter my world

Rules for agents 11:

Integrate and infiltrate

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The summer flew by, with the two companions becoming even closer to each other. They shared confidences as well as indulging in their escapades.

They created chaos around town, a fond nuance for everyone.

Today was another adventure but a different sort. Rajiv had decided to take a photo of the two but it was easier said than done.

"Sit still!" he ordered the squirming pair. They were prodding and pinching each other to get a reaction. "No funny business, I want to take a proper picture of you two"

"Monkey face!" Pari giggled out to Maan, causing him to snort and laugh, falling onto the floor.

"Pari!" Rajiv admonished fondly, "No more jokes"

Immediately contrite, Pari reassured him, "Ji Baba"

But the other devil was not so easy, he smirked and whispered to her, "Smelly pants"

For that split second when Rajiv took the photo Pari's eyes were widened and laughter brewing from her lips while there was a smirk on Maan's face.

Later on when Rajiv would develop the pictures, it would be that one that would catch his eye for the photo captured the essence of the pair.

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Maan's jaw was nearly on the floor as he saw his secretary smirk at him, clearly understanding his surprise. The devil woman looked amused by his bemusement and even wiggled her eyebrows.

"What on earth are you wearing?" He gestured towards her.

"I believe they call this a dress" She gestured towards her dress, following his action.

"You are showing too much cleavage!" Maan spoke defensively, even though Geet was dressed quite modestly compared to some of the other women. Indeed she looked stunning, but that was part of the problem. He could already see some of the men looking and admiring her.

She isn't meant to be like this! She is my efficient secretary, not a woman! He knew that he was being illogical but for some reason he didn't want Geet to be like any other woman for she was unique.

"Sir it covers most things" In typical Geet style, she glanced down at her chest and spoke without hesitation, "Sir I am a D cup, so some cleavage is unavoidable."

Involuntarily Maan's eyes wondered towards the mentioned body part but he quickly raised his eyes again and snarled out, "Miss D-cup, can we move on from talking about your'.body parts? Or shall we now have an intimate discussion about my underwear?"

"What is wrong with that?" Geet looked genuinely puzzled but her twinkling eyes gave away her amusement. "And you were the one who started talking about cleavage."

Maan wanted to strangle her and clenched his hands to control the urge. "You are unbelievable"

Before he could continue or she could interrupt, their conversation was interrupted by someone else.

"Maan!" An imperious Savitri Devi stood next to the pair, "Who is this charming young lady? Introduce me to her at once!"

Maan snorted inelegantly at the word "charming" and muttered something about "nutcase women" before managing to say, "This is Geet Handa, my secretary and this is my Dadima."

"Namaste Ma'am" Geet said with a smile, causing Maan to roll his eyes at her attempt at being innocent. "I've heard so much about you. You are a true inspiration to all women, showing that we can achieve anything men can, if not more and better"

Dadima chuckled, "Well it is the truth darling. If a woman puts her mind to it, she is unstoppable"

"Well, my belief is that there is no need for men" Geet said with the tiniest of smirks, looking out the corner of her eye at her boss. "Why women can now get pregnant without men! That was their last real use"

Savitri Devi chocked on her laughter as she heard the comment while her grandson glared at Geet. He said in a sardonic voice, "Before you attempt to impregnate yourself without the help of a male, might I suggest you focus on today's task"

"Maan, don't be mean to the girl" There was a knowing glow in Savitri Devi's eyes, as she saw the beautiful young girl as well as the strong reaction she brokered from her otherwise cocky grandson. She must be special.

Maan on the other hand saw the diabolical look in Savitri Devi's eyes and knew that cunning woman was already plotting something. So he was decided to take action before his grandmother could do so, "Geet time for you to work. I need you to network and talk to the investors."

"Nonsense" Savitri Devi dismissed her grandson's weak attempt at disrupting her plans. "Geet just arrived at the party, let me introduce her to people."

"Dadima, this party is for work, not a game" Maan pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Maan, don't talk your grandmother like that!" Anjali Khurana's soft voice cut in, "And let Ms Handa enjoy herself"

Knowing that he was truly outnumbered by the women in his life, he only grunted out, "Fine, enjoy yourselves!"

However as the Khurana women started to lead Geet away, somehow the waiter had split a glass of juice on her dress.

"Oh dear" Anjali exclaimed in concern, "Why don't you run up to the bathroom and clean the dress. Luckily it is black."

"Don't worry, I am sure it'll be fine" Geet reassured and soon walked away to go to the bathroom.

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She slinked into his room, walking in the darkness.. The beautiful room was decorated in rich blue and black. The masculinity of the owner was reflected in the sturdy but elegant furniture. There was state of the art computer set up on his table and a 54 inch plasma on the wall.

However what caught her fancy, was his smell that lingered in the room and the pieces of personal belongings that claimed this room as his own. This was a forbidden intimacy to walk into his room in the dark, all alone while everyone was downstairs.

But she moved those thoughts away, because she was here for a job not to ruminate over the past or about them.

Lifting up her dress, she removed the little package that was taped to her thigh as well as making sure that her gun was still strapped properly.

Never leave unprotected, was one the first rules that she had learnt and one that she still held close. Even at a party like this, especially at this party, it was important to be prepared.

Slowly walking around the room, she let the moonlight illuminate her path. She traced her gloved hands over things but made sure to not displace anything.

As she was looking at his table, something caught her eyes. In a beautiful and elegant frame there was a picture of two children smiling with love and mischief.

Such innocent and carelessness, she thought with a pang. Those were the days. Her fingers brushed across the photo, even as the barest of smiles lit her face with the memories the photo brought in her. Wish I could go back to those days.

But she was the boss. Such nostalgia could last for seconds at most before duty took over. So casting a critical glance around the room, she found the perfect spot to put the miniscule camera. Reaching up, she placed the tiny dot right above the mirror, where no one would pay attention.

Job done.

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Where is she? A disgruntled Maan looked around for his secretary, as he needed her to listen to his talk with Mr Takahashi who though not associated with the PAR-1 project was still a valuable investor for Khurana Enterprise.

Just as he was about to call her, his irritating secretary swooped in next to him.

"Sir, I am back" She gave her usual bland grin, causing him to roll his eyes at her. "I thought I might as well unload my bladder after cleaning my dress, to save time. After all I am an efficient worker!"

With a sigh, for he was already used to her randomness, Maan just said "Come along, we need to talk to Mr Takahashi" He steered her towards the mentioned personage but along the way they were interrupted by someone else, Mr Shetty.

Mr Rohan Shetty was a well know playboy, having the typical rich boy attitude. While Maan was renowned for his "success" with women, he was also known for treating them as ladies. However unlike Maan, Rohan had a mean streak within him that disregarded anyone else opinion. Indeed he was known to have treated female employees very poorly.

"Maan, how are you?" Rohan gave his slimy grin, that he thought was attractive to females but only made him look like a pervert. Indeed the way he looked at Geet was lecherous and revolting. "And who do we have here?"

"This is my secretary, Geet Handa" Maan spoke calmly but he made sure to stand between the two.

"Well it is a pleasure" Rohan's eyes glanced downwards to assess Geet head to toe. While some other women would find it intimidating, Geet just raised an eyebrow and turned towards Maan.

"Sir, should we go?" She asked Maan, her words much more restrained than her usual manner.

"Why the rush?" Rohan interjected smoothly, "In fact, Ms Handa what about a dance?"

Maan felt disgusted by the imbecile and before he knew what he was saying, he said in a hard tone, "Actually Miss Handa is going to dance the next with me" Turning to Geet, he held out his hand, "If I may?"

For a second they stared at each other, before the slightest of twitches on Geet's lips showed her gratitude and amusement, "I would be delighted boss"

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