Chapter -2
Havell Mansion, London
The young manager walked down the corridor in a swift gait. He kept a constant gaze at his watch. His boss had said that he had to reach by 9:30 am. 9:30 meant 9:30. Not a minute earlier or late. His boss was really serious regarding that.
Puneet Dogra sighed. It had been nearly a year since he had first joined this job and even a year later he and the other employees were no closer solving the mystery that was their boss.
He was really an admirable man though more complex than anyone he had ever met. Only three years older than him, at 28 he was the youngest multi billionaire in India and among top 5 in the world. Also he was known as the first stock broker to gain such a high field of success in only two years. Which was why he was awarded the title of "Genius of Stocks" a few months previously. Name, fame and wealth, his boss had it all.
And their in lied the conundrum.
He had always been of the mentality like most of today's society that a young bachelor with wealth and fame often seek to exploit it. In and around many examples of people solidify that truth to an universal statement.
And yet his boss seemed to defy every single one of societal expectations with great relish.
Firstly his boss rarely took a day off. Secondly he had never seen his boss hung-over.
Thirdly his boss didn't party at all, something he knew with first handed experience.
And finally he suspected that his boss was asexual.
Yes that was what he meant.
For with the looks and bank balance his boss had, women of all kinds were drawn to it like bees to honey or moths to flame, whichever analogy one preferred but the main fact is his aloof boss had rejected every one of them.
And while some were hopeless, gold-diggers, there were many that simply wanted an affair or even a one nights stand. Beautiful, tall, graceful, Aphrodite's blessed.
All rejected without even a proper glance.
There was a time he had entertained the thought that maybe his boss was gay. And unprejudiced that he was he had made many plans to set up his boss with some.
Those plans to went down the drain.
And so he had finally arrived at said conclusion. His boss simply lacked the gene that gave sexuality no matter how much he might exude, he simply didn't feel it.
He turned a corner and reached a set of double doors.
Without much ado he raised his hand to knock when they opened and his colleague stepped out.
Rishi Vyas closed the door behind him and slid to the side to allow him passage.
Puneet called him a thanks.
Rishi nodded. "You better go in quick Puneet. You're already a minute late. Boss is waiting for you."
Puneet gulped and without haste opened the doors and stepped in.
It felt like he had stepped into a different dimension.
The white marble floor contrasted heavily with the dark granite walls painted in shades of grey, adorned with dark wooden panels.
The blast of central coolers hit him hard almost making him want to vanish into his woolen overcoat, something he was glad he had worn.
His wondering eyes took in the silver drapes and white cushion rugs on the windows and the floor. The paintings of waterfalls gave a peaceful atmosphere to the room.
And then his eyes fell on the black desk that dominated the room.
The left side of the desk held a laptop and the right side was covered with a stack of files bundled together. The remaining space hogged by some blueprint and a writing pad. His gaze followed the scratching sound of the pen to the hand that held it and finally to the man behind the desk.
As if he had felt his gaxe the man looked up and pierced him with dark onyx orbs.
"You're a minute and 38 seconds late."
Right, there was another thing he had forgotten to mention about his boss. His boss was a genius and could count everything in his mind from time in seconds and nanoseconds to square roots and decimal divisions. Literally everything. He was like a human calculator, only many times faster than the device.
Puneet released a sheepish smile.
"Sorry sir. Actually I got caught up in the auction. But don't worry sir. Our representative has successfully done his job. The Parekh Mansion is yours in about 1.5 crores."
His boss who had been paying half mind to his blatherings stiffened. Puneet frowned.
"The mansion is fully under my jurisdiction now?" his boss queried his voice seemingly indifferent and yet failing to match the sudden wild vibrancy in his eyes.
Puneet hesitated. For some reason he felt as if his very answer would be the onset of events uncontrollable and tumultuous. But as always he ignored his inner feelings and blurted out the facts.
"Yes sir. There was a bit of trouble with an ongoing case for its ownership by the family who lived there before but that was easily handed because they simply don't have the funds to buy the mansion and even to fight the case."
His boss leaned back, eyes closed.
"The family agreed?"
"Um don't think they know about this yet" Puneet said, "I meant you wanted it done quick so the auction was made to be held in urgency and only the creme were invited. I guess this news will reach them too in a day or two."
His boss opened his eyes and looked at him straight.
"Well done Puneet."
These three words somehow managed to make his entire day.
Months later he would realize that he was somehow the catalyst to a story written by fates. And he would often wonder in his later life that how it was that he became so completely embroiled in this tale which belonged to someone he worked for and existed for someone he didn't even know.
Edited by mistofshadows - 8 years ago
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