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phase at the factory only after that. So I wanted to meet you and talk to you personally about the possibility of us working together on this assignment. '
    After she completed her monologue, she breathed out. That was it. It would be either a yes or a no. She also continuously kicked herself for telling him about how his own company works. What was she thinking?
    'I see,' Mr Datta said slowly. 'And you are saying you will be designing the furniture yourself?'
    'Yes. I mean-I and my team, which consists of one subordinate and two students who have signed up with us for training,' she blabbered.
    'Well, I will have to take a look at the designs you have in mind to confirm.'

    'Or maybe you would consider looking at some other work I have done before?'
    'And why would I want to do that?' Mr Datta raised an eyebrow unkindly.
    'Umm ... you know-as a sample? To see the kind of work I do?' she said and pushed her portfolio onto the low centre table between them.
    'Is this a joke, Ms Sen?'
    She decided to stay shut, not knowing what she had done to anger him.
    'I do not have time to look at pictures of pieces of furniture I do not have anything to do with. Show me what you want from me and I'll decide whether or not I want to do it. I do not want to look at samples. Understood?'
    'Yes,' she murmured, but it did not come out loud enough to reach his ears. She repeated. 'Yes. But doing all the designs will take time. I'll get back to you in-'
    'I do not mind looking at the samples of work you want me to do. I just have a problem looking at the work you have previously done and has nothing to do with me. You can show me a preview of your vision for this mansion in question.'
    'Sure. I'll get back to you in a couple of days with a sample of my idea for the mansion. Thank you,' she looked up and smiled at him, wanting some of the tension in the room to evaporate. Now that the worry of getting him to listen to her plans was off her shoulder, she observed him closely for the first time. The broad, muscular frame-no doubt built from all the wood carving and furniture-building-covered by his crisp light blue shirt looked vast and very inviting. What? Did she just think 'inviting'? Where did that come up from?
    His eyes were deep set, jet-black, with eyebrows that looked stern, but in a half-good half-bad way. A long, straight nose, over the thin, perfect lips and a strong chin. Dark complexion and hair which made her want to run her fingers through it. A square jawline and high cheekbones, which made him look like a ramp model.

    She was astonished that she had not noticed all of that in the first glance. Maybe she had been too nervous about her proposal, and he had done nothing to make her feel comfortable. In fact, he had done everything to make her feel unwelcome and anxious. But when the apprehension faded somewhat, she finally did notice the killer looks and could not take her eyes away from him. She had never been beautiful. If she dressed up and put on a right amount of make-up, she agreed she would look pretty, but she could still not use the word beautiful. She just wasn't born to look good.
    And when she saw him, she almost felt jealous of his good looks. Some people just have it all. He was born as Mr Datta Senior's son, that too looking like Adonis. What more can anyone ask for? Though, she agreed that it was a good thing he had decided to keep the legacy going and build every design himself before sending it to the manufacturing department. The kind of muscles one makes from physical labour is unmatched.
    'Anything else?' Mr Datta asked, looking at her expectantly, a little annoyed by her presence, she thought.
    'Oh ...? No. No, no. I'm good. I should ... I should take my leave now,' Shambhavi stammered.
    'Let me know when you are done with the designs. Here's my card.'
    'Thanks,' she said and got up. She contemplated picking up her portfolio, but decided against it, not risking infuriating the man further. 'Just one thing -do