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"I want to send 3000 US dollars to the university's account for my son's education." Raghav heard the customer say to Kiran as he entered his office. He beamed in satisfaction. Hope Kiran applies a good rate for the dollar. God knows my company needs every dime of profit.
Four years back, Raghav had opened his own foreign exchange company that dealt in buying and selling foreign currency, booking air tickets and sending money abroad for educational purposes. The company had grown every year bit by bit, and he was doing comfortably well. But yet, every transaction was important and every dime was well-earned and well-deserved by him and his team.
He looked at Kiran and winced, For today, Kiran was dressed completely in black. From a black sleeveless top that showed off her tattooes, to her black jeans and right down to the black leather shoes. She saluted at him as he passed her and for a few seconds, he got a whiff of her perfume. It was something, light, breezy and very, very feminine.
How can one person have so many contradictions!!
Raghav tried to concentrate on his work, but for some reason, his attention kept wandering towards Kiran. He looked at her when she got up from her seat, he looked at her when she spoke to the customer, in fact, looking at her was all he seemed to be doing. With a determined shake of his head, he firmly shifted his attention back to his computer.
Kiran seemed to have finalised the transaction, for he saw her accepting a cheque from the customer. He eagerly checked the transaction report in his computer and his face fell, seeing the rate Kiran had charged. He had expected more. The profit figure was good enough and yet, if he were in Kiran's place, he would have rated the dollar slightly higher.
After the customer left, Kiran took her cup of coffee and walked into his cabin. It was mesmerising to watch her. She walked with a grace that seemed to revolt against the rough exterior that she exhibited for everyone to see. Oh good God, what am I doing? Raghav panicked. He was letting this female control his mind, much more than he liked.
"Morning, Big B.. Day has started off with a bang. We got a deal of 3000 USD." Kiran said, sipping her coffee.
"Yes, I saw it. And you could have charged a better rate for the dollar. We could have earned more profit." Raghav said, trying to sound firm.
Kiran tilted her head and looked at him curiously. He resisted the urge to deck beneath his desk, just to avoid her scrutiny.
"I didn't feel like burning a hole in his pocket. You should have heard him talk proudly about his son. The guy is educating his son at a great personal expense. I just made things a bit easier for him." Kiran said, tapping her fingers on his desk and waiting for his response. He was lost for few seconds, trying to find a suitable reply. It didn't help that he found her long and artistic fingers really beautiful, even though there were much more rings than he could imagine.
When she didn't get a response, she asked him. "Is everything really about profit?"
He ran a hand over his face tiredly. Girl, you will really be known as the bane of Raghav's life..
"Please remember Kiran, that we are not handing out charity here. I have a company to run, salaries to dish out and a living to make. Next time, please keep a good margin for profit." Raghav managed to say this, although he didn't like the tone in which he said. He had always maintained a good rapport with all his team members, and never behaved like a typical boss with them.
One look at Kiran, and he knew he had done some grave mistake. Her eyes, her kaajal-lined eyes showed her hurt and disappointment in him. "Right Boss, I will remember this." With a cold stare at him that would have seemed lethal, if it weren't for the beautiful eyes that were now a combination of caramel and black kaajal, she got up and left for her seat.
Raghav realised two things.
One, he had erred in her eyes. Sure.
Second, he had fallen for her, inspite of everything. Damn Sure.
(To Be Continued)
Four years back, Raghav had opened his own foreign exchange company that dealt in buying and selling foreign currency, booking air tickets and sending money abroad for educational purposes. The company had grown every year bit by bit, and he was doing comfortably well. But yet, every transaction was important and every dime was well-earned and well-deserved by him and his team.
He looked at Kiran and winced, For today, Kiran was dressed completely in black. From a black sleeveless top that showed off her tattooes, to her black jeans and right down to the black leather shoes. She saluted at him as he passed her and for a few seconds, he got a whiff of her perfume. It was something, light, breezy and very, very feminine.
How can one person have so many contradictions!!
Raghav tried to concentrate on his work, but for some reason, his attention kept wandering towards Kiran. He looked at her when she got up from her seat, he looked at her when she spoke to the customer, in fact, looking at her was all he seemed to be doing. With a determined shake of his head, he firmly shifted his attention back to his computer.
Kiran seemed to have finalised the transaction, for he saw her accepting a cheque from the customer. He eagerly checked the transaction report in his computer and his face fell, seeing the rate Kiran had charged. He had expected more. The profit figure was good enough and yet, if he were in Kiran's place, he would have rated the dollar slightly higher.
After the customer left, Kiran took her cup of coffee and walked into his cabin. It was mesmerising to watch her. She walked with a grace that seemed to revolt against the rough exterior that she exhibited for everyone to see. Oh good God, what am I doing? Raghav panicked. He was letting this female control his mind, much more than he liked.
"Morning, Big B.. Day has started off with a bang. We got a deal of 3000 USD." Kiran said, sipping her coffee.
"Yes, I saw it. And you could have charged a better rate for the dollar. We could have earned more profit." Raghav said, trying to sound firm.
Kiran tilted her head and looked at him curiously. He resisted the urge to deck beneath his desk, just to avoid her scrutiny.
"I didn't feel like burning a hole in his pocket. You should have heard him talk proudly about his son. The guy is educating his son at a great personal expense. I just made things a bit easier for him." Kiran said, tapping her fingers on his desk and waiting for his response. He was lost for few seconds, trying to find a suitable reply. It didn't help that he found her long and artistic fingers really beautiful, even though there were much more rings than he could imagine.
When she didn't get a response, she asked him. "Is everything really about profit?"
He ran a hand over his face tiredly. Girl, you will really be known as the bane of Raghav's life..
"Please remember Kiran, that we are not handing out charity here. I have a company to run, salaries to dish out and a living to make. Next time, please keep a good margin for profit." Raghav managed to say this, although he didn't like the tone in which he said. He had always maintained a good rapport with all his team members, and never behaved like a typical boss with them.
One look at Kiran, and he knew he had done some grave mistake. Her eyes, her kaajal-lined eyes showed her hurt and disappointment in him. "Right Boss, I will remember this." With a cold stare at him that would have seemed lethal, if it weren't for the beautiful eyes that were now a combination of caramel and black kaajal, she got up and left for her seat.
Raghav realised two things.
One, he had erred in her eyes. Sure.
Second, he had fallen for her, inspite of everything. Damn Sure.
(To Be Continued)
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