Chapter #5
He had to have been tapping the pencil against the notepad for some time, as there were now minute indentations visible on the still empty foolscap.
The tiny divots taunted him: illustrating how absolutely clueless he was in this matter. He didn't even have the evidence that he even knew how to begin the task assigned to him in the in the form of one or two scrunched up sheets of paper strewn haphazardly around his office. At least that would have indicated a level of indecisiveness, but he hadn't even reached that stage yet. Clearly, Shaurya thought, he: the man renowned in the industry for his negotiation skills, for the business acumen that allowed him the ability to broker multi-million dollar deals practically off-the-cuff, couldn't come up with a single f**king justification to convince one special woman that he was worth getting to know. He looked up at the walls of his office at the variety of business awards and magazine covers hanging there, all proofs of how good he was at what he did. Yet, now in a matter that felt akin to life and death to him than any of his past deals had, none of the accolades mean a damn thing. All Shaurya knew was that with time ticking away, he had still yet to find a simple answer to press his case forward with his MS.
So this is what failure felt like he supposed.
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