Page 49 of No Boss
Practically… inspired.
The room sat in the eastern corner of the Haveli, part of its oldest section, far from the family quarters. Private.
The desk faced a large window, natural light pouring in.
The Wi-Fi router sat just outside the door, ensuring maximum signal.
She had even sourced an ornate, intricately carved chair from storage. It was centuries old, but surprisingly comfortable.
Everything he had asked for.
Exactly what he had asked for.
She adjusted the desk once more, studied the space, then walked out. The smile came only after she turned the corner.
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Abhinav checked the office at six.
He entered, took in the room, and gave a single nod. “This will work.”
Meera stayed at the doorway.
He tested the chair. Comfortable. Checked the Wi-Fi. Strong signal. Studied the desk. Light fell where it should.
“Well done.”
She inclined her head. “Will that be all, Boss?”
“Yes.”
She left.
He sat, opened his laptop, and prepared for the next day. It wasn’t until seven that the room revealed its flaw.
The bells came first.
Deep. Resonant. Rolling up from the courtyard.
Drums followed.
Then voices, dozens of them, rising together in the evening aarti, full, unrestrained, impossible to ignore. The sound flooded the room.
Abhinav’s jaw tightened. He stood and went to the window. The courtyard below was packed. Devotees moved in rhythm, hands raised, voices rising toward the temple.
He picked up his phone.
Meera answered on the second ring. “Yes, Boss?”
“The office you set up overlooks the temple.”
“Yes.”
“I can hear everything.”
“The evening aarti is always well attended.”
His grip on the phone tightened. “I have a call at seven tomorrow morning. International clients.”
