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[Blue Bull]

“I am here to meet the Editor in Chief” I told the receptionist who politely asked me to sit on the couch in the lobby. I saw her calling someone and a couple of minutes later she asked me to walk inside the office and walk to the corner office.
I knocked on the door and was asked to come in. I stepped into a swanky office of the editor in chief of one of the most influential and widely read newspapers in the country. His office was very well decorated with royal color schemes on the walls with a large glass desk in the middle of the room. One wall was covered in trophies which I guessed were earned over a remarkably long career and there was one wall covered with photos of him with the most influential personalities from around the world.
For a person who appeared to be influential, the man himself wasn’t. He was sitting in his chair but one could clearly guess he was fat and short with a rapidly balding head. Glasses rested over his large nose and I could smell the stench of cigarettes from 5 feet away. But still, being a journalist he was a sort of a hero for me.
Rising during the most turbulent political times in the country, he had risen to become a force himself and his persona and attitude itself dislayed it.
“You are Mira Chauhan right?” He asked me peeking at me through his thick glasses.
“Yes Sir.” I replied standing behind the chair. I was dressed for an interview, wearing a black pant suit and a white shirt under.
“Sit…Mr. Singh has referred you.” He said as he looked into the computer.
“Yes.” Was all I could say a the moment.
“Give me you CV.” He said as he extended his arm all the while staring at the computer. I silently handed him the folder containing my CV and other credentials.
He looked at my CV, reading it carefully before looking at me and then again looking down at the CV. He nodded his head a couple of times as he read my academic history before picking up athe telephone.
“Send Manisha.” He simply ordered the person on the other side and kept the phone down. A woman who I guessed was Manisha walked inside the office a minute latter.
“This is Ms. Mira Chauhan. She will work with us from tomorrow. Get her joining formalities done.” He ordered Manisha.
I watched stunned as not a single question was asked to me as to why I should be hired. I was hired straight away. I was pleasantly surprised and also found it a little insulting but what the heck! I thought and thanked my new boss before walking out of his office.
After trying hard for a year through the college and outside the college, I got a job on the word of just one man. This was the first time I truely realised the weight which Mr. Uday Singh carried and I was thoroughly impressed.
A couple of hours later I walked out of the office with the appointment letter to my new job. I was happy; happy would be an understatement I was ecstatic. My first job was going to be in the news paper I had always dreamed of.
As I was walking down the street, my cellphone rang. It was an unknown number which i generally avoided attending but today, what the heck, so I picked it up.
“Hello Mira…This is Uday.” I heard his baritonic voice at the other end.
“Hiii…Thank you so much…so much for the job sir. I will always be indebted to you for this gesture.” I alsmost squeeled through the phone. I was sure he must have pushed the phone away hearing my loud, high pitched voice.
“Hahaha…The pleasure is all mine.” He replied, amused at my reaction.
“This calls for a celebration Mira.” He said.
“Sure…just tell me when and where.” I said without thinking about it for a second.
“Ohh..well…how about at the Taj in an hour?” He asked.
“Uhhh…ohh….okay.” I replied, completely bowled over by his offer. In the heat of excitement I had offered to meet him, not expecting him to be serious at all but he actually was.
“Good…where are you right now?” He asked.
“Uhhh…just a couple of blocks away from the media house.” I replied and looked around. I felt as if he had eyes on me.
“Ok…wait there…There’ll be a car there in a few minutes to bring you to Taj.” He replied and cut the call.
Half an hour later we were at a restaurant in one of the plush hotels in the city. I was sitting on a small round table which could accomodate just 2 people. Uday was sitting opposite to me; wearing a white T shirt and a faded blue jeans, his folded sun glasses hanging off his collar. Clean shaven and hair neatly done he indeed looked more like a model than a politician.
I on the other hand had taken off my jacket and kept it on the extra chair at the side. My fabric of my white shirt was a tad bit ligter than usual and in the brightly lit restaurant, I was sure he could make out the black bra I was wearing underneath. I had kept the top two buttons of my shirt open which gave a tantalising view of my cleavage. The bra was a push up bra which perked up my already sizeable tits and made them prominent than usual. A delicate gold chain hung down my neck, resting an inch above my cleavage line. The white shirt, the contrasting black push up bra and the beautiful gold chain on my fair skin was a teaser to what lied beneath. I had not dressed up like this for Uday but for the editor but he didn’t bother checking me out so what the heck, at least I could use this trick on Uday.
This time we were far more casual to each other than the last time. Last time he was my father’s boss, helping me to get a job but since the last meeting I had noticed his lusty glances at me and this time I too had let down my hair a little and gave him space to maneuver. He was genuinely a laid back guy and had a good sense of humor but I made it a point to giggle and blush a little more than usual to his jokes and snippy comments. I knew this had an effect on guys.
“Are you married?” I asked him as I sipped on the beer in front of me.
“Why does that interest you?” He asked.
“No…I mean you are so much in the news but I have never heard about your wife.” I replied with a smile.
“I am married but my wife has been wheelchair bound for years. We have been married for 15 years but she has been physically challenged for 12 years. Her health doesn’t allow her to come in public and my life doesn’t allow me to stay away from public.” He replied. The moment he said that he was married I looked at his ring finger and there was no ring on it. That was perhaps a subtle signal that he was game.
“Ohhh…I am so sorry Mr. Singh.” I said as i bent foward and held his hand and gently squeezed it. I was aware that the deliberate move foward would give him an amazing view of my cleavage which I was sure was about to pop out of the tight bra. As I held his hand, he looked at me, his eyes showed that same glimpse of lust I had seen last night. I noticed that he stole glances at my cleavage which was exactly my intention. I gently tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear as I continued holding his hand. I knew that a beautiful young girl with her ample cleavage showing and doing such a delicate yet beautiful thing like tucking her hair her ear would break any man, not matter who he was.
“Call me Uday, Mira.” He said, looking into my eyes.
After giving him a good show for a few seconds I straightend up. He was snapped back a second later, mesmerised from what had just happened. I smiled at him, a smile which was a mix of naughty and innocent, something he’d have to figure out for a while.
We continued talking, sipping beer and munching on the snacks he would call for every now and them. The cleavage show wasn’t the last thing on my seduction plan. I snuck my foot up to his leg, brushing it gently. He was startled at the move which was clearly showing on his face. I apologised, trying to make it look accidental.
A minute later, my foot brushed his leg again and this time, he didn’t move an inch. This time he knew it was deliberate and his leg stayed put in his place. I looked at him and saw a knowing smile on his face to which I blushed. The game was on now I thought and I was sure he too was thinking the same.
We spent sometime there before he dropped me back to my house. Just like last night, I smiled and waved at him as he drove off. I went up to my apartment and collapsed on the couch. What a day it had been. I had just been hired in one of the widely read news papers, without even a proper interview, I had drink with a man like Uday Singh and I openly flirted with him. Whew!
I realised one thing which stood corrected. He helped me get a job but I wanted more. I knew he was very well connected and that meant he could be the ladder I need to climb up in life. What if I was bending some morals of my own but in this cruel, cut throat world, good guys always come last. It wasn’t as if I was a virgin or had taken a vow of celibacy; I had my share of flings and hook up and this would be just another in the list but this one would take me places. I had to do this!
“Good morning Beta.” My father said as soon as I picked up the call.
“Good morning Papa.” I replied, beaming with happiness. I wanted to tell my father about the job offer and how Uday had helped me to get it.
“You seem to be in a good mood. What is it?” He asked, immediately judging his dearest daughter’s elated tone.
“Dad I got a job…and you know where?” I replied as I went on to tell him about the interview.
“That’s great beta. But how did you get a call for the interview? And from what you’ve told me, it looks like if you already had the job and the interview was just a formality.” He said, his tone expressing a sense of doubt.
“That’s the best part. Uday Singh got me the job.” I replied. I thought my father would be happy knowing his former colleague had helped his daughter but I heard nothing from him.
“Dad….” I said, checking if the line was disconnected.
“Uday Singh…you mean Former Defence Minister Uday Singh?” He asked sternly.
“Yeah…you know him right?” I enquired. I felt strange hearing his tone, it sounded so apprehensive.
“A little too well.” He mumbled which at first I couldn’t understand but looking back I recollected it.
“What?….What dad?” I asked.
“Nothing beta. Congratulations on your new job and I hope you make a good career for yourself but keep in mind one thing.” He said sounding very serious.
“What is it dad?” I asked. I was getting nervous and I was a little sad as my dad went from congratulating me to warning me in a second.
“Be careful…Be careful of everything…especially Uday Singh.” He said. His voice sounded so stern; as if spelling doom.
“What do you mean dad?” I asked. I was now a little scared.
“Just remember my words. Keep me posted on everything. You mom and I will be back in a couple of months after Ria settles down with the baby.” He said before passing the phone to my mom.
I went through the mundane everyday conversation with my mom but I was a little shaken by what my dad said.
It had been a couple of months since I had started working at the office. I had made some new friends and had almost settled down. As a rookie I wasn’t getting the meatiest of the assignments and my days were spent with some senior journalist and other senior members in the office, trying to get a hold of real journalism.
I realised that the office was a kingdom and every senior journalist was a feudal lord in himself. They had spent years toiling and working on the field to get where they were and they wouldn’t let go an inch of their territory which I was trying to grab. I too wanted to make a mark but in all the editorial meetings we had each day, I was assigned menial jobs. Though I enjoyed working, but I was getting restless for a break.
One day I got a call from Uday’s secretary asking me to come to his residence. He told me the time and the address and asked me to be there on time. Her tone was very formal like any other secretary. I was kind of excited to meet Uday not just because I was attracted to him but perhaps one more meeting would throw me an opportunity worth grabbing.
I made up an excuse to my boss to sneak out of office which she fell for. I rushed to the ladies room where I freshened up. I looked around to check if no one was around and unbuttoned my shirt. I adjusted my bra clasped tits to perk them up before buttoning up. I applied mascara on my eyes and a dark red lip stick. I combed my hair and tied them with a clutch. I intended to let my hair loose in front of Uday but for now, I had to look professional.
I caught a cab a few blocks away from my office and told the driver the address. The whole way to Uday’s house, I kept thinking of our meeting at the hotel. I recalled how openly I had flirted with him and how he had welcomed my every move. But last time there was no one around and this time I was going to his house. His wife, his staff, everyone would be there to see so I couldn’t use the open flirting trick but I had to try something subtle yet effective.
I reached the address and got off the cab. I told the security guard at the gate of my appointment and I was let in after a thorough check. The house was a good 100 meteres from the gate and the path was surrounded by greenery. Tall trees cast a cool shadow on the path and I could hear the birds chirping from the trees. Neatly trimmed shrubs decorated the banks of the path on both sides of the path, there were vast lawns of fresh green grass. This sprawling estate stood right in in the middle of the biggest city in India. Outside the gate, the sounds of the city filled the air but inside it was a different world in itself.
The house itself was huge. Built in a fusion of colonial and traditional Indian architecural design, it stood majestically in the middle of the estate. I could make out that the back yard of the house was far larger and more beautiful than the front yard. There were several cars lined up near the house with a few people standing near them. I could see a few cops near the house standing in attention with their rifles at their sides, keeping a close watch on the activities around the house. The estate, the house, the armed guards and everything else about the place screamed the presence of someone important.
I walked up to the front of the house before I was stopped again. My credentials were checked along with my stuff. I had to go through a metal detector and a host of other security measures before I stepped inside the house.
Before I met Uday I wanted to check myself and I hurriedly walked to the washroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I unbottened the top two buttons of my shirt, just like the other day and then let my hair loose. I smiled even more as I saw myself in the mirror, thinking of how Uday would react.
As I stepped into the lobby of the vast mansion, I was greeted by a lady. She introduced herself as Naina, Uday’s personal secretary. Dressed in a pink silk saree, with a touch of elegantly done make up adoring her face along with her speech and mannerish, she looked polished. She appeared to be in her mid to late thirties but she looked much younger. Her body was on the plus side but no one could dare call her fat. Her ample bosoms hid behind the blouse and the neetly worn pallu of her saree. Her hips were wide and her ample but swayed and jiggled with each step she took forward. All in all…she was what boys would call a MILF.
She took me to a room and asked me to sit for a while till Uday is free from his meeting. I nodded in agreement and she left. I looked around the room and it looked it a study room. Instead of walls, the room appeared to have book shelfs covering it. The shelfs were lined from left to right and top to bottom with books, some of which i realised were classics and cost a fortune to acquire.
A large wooden table and a plush antique arm chair stood at one corner of the room and the ceiling had a beautiful crystal chandelier. Apart from the 3 bookshelf walls, there was a large glass window which acted as the fourth wall. The view outside was magnificent with a vast green lawn, fountain in the middle of it and a few trees on the fringes. The edges of the lawn was marked by ornamental shrubs and plants with beautiful blossoming flowers. I also saw a couple of peacocks walking around in the garden freely. The whole place, the whole set up seemed out of the world.
In many ways I was being shown what Uday was capable of and what wast wealth and power he held. First I was given a job without an interview and now I was in the most beautiful house that I had seen. Amazed I walked around the room, watching and observing every minute detail of the well thought and intricately decorated house.
“Hi Mira…Sorry to have kept you waiting.” Uday said as he walked into the room.
“No…no problem. The beautiful room and the splended view outside kept me busy. Quite a place you have here.” I replied with a gentle smile.
“Haha…Thanks. This place was bought by my father and I spent many a days of my childhood here. When I recall my childhood and I do so vividly, I recall how this place was far more simpler yet so beautiful than what it is today.” He said as he looked out of the glass window and then a moment later at me.
“Hmmm…so why did you want to meet me?” I asked him.
“Nothing specific; just wanted to meet you.” He said casually.
“Ohh…ok…” I replied and blushed a little. He went to the table and picked up the phone and called for some tea and snacks before walking back to me.
“So how is the job? I hope you’re doing well.” He enquired.
“Yeah…it is great. I am learning the ropes and still have some time before I can actually take on serious assignments but…..” I replied trailing off.
“But???…” He asked.
“It’s like I want to do some real reporting you know. I can’t go the usual way and I want to cut the learning curve which I know I can.” I replied sounding a little frustrated.
“Haha…you are quite ambitious. Good for you. But what is the real reporting you want to do.” He asked sounding amused.
“You know… some real journalism. Something that will be first page stuff.” I replied.
“Hmmm…I can’t think of anything like that for now but I have an idea that will help you get some of that real journalism you want.” He said.
“And what is that?” I asked curiously. This is it. This was so easy; I was again going to get what I wanted to effortlessly.
“Have you ever done an interview?” He asked as he sat on the table and asked me to sit on the chair next to his.
“Not in real but I have done some during my college days.” I replied.
“Hmmm…How about you interview me?” He stated his offer very casually.
“Really….seriously!!!” I said, almost jumping out of my chair in excitement.
“Yeah….I haven’t given a one on one interview in months so that takes care of my need and your first interview too.” He replied with that charming smile.
“B..But I am not at all prepared. I don’t have any questions for you to ask.” I replied. Interview was the last thing I thought I’d be offered. I thought this meeting would be a just meet and greet.
“Dont worry about that….” He said as he flapped his hand around dismissively. He picked up the phone and called Naina. A few seconds later, Naina walked into the room.
“Naina…can you get the questions we thought off the other day for my interviews.” He said to which she smiled and nodded before walking out.
I was stunned. I thought that journalists work hard on composing the most tricky, hard hitting set of questions and most of them really do but I didn’t know that politicians too keep a ready set of questions they’d liked to be asked.
“The questions are kept ready because we want to keep the news focused on some particular issues. It is a political strategy…relax.” He said calmly.
The tea and snacks arrived and were served in a very fine and expensive looking crockery. A minute later, Naina walked back with the set of questions which I would ask him for the interview.
“Do you have a recording device?” He asked as he handed me the questions. I just dumbly nodded my head sideways as a No.
“Naina…can you get her cell phone from the security?” He asked her.
“Yes Mr. Singh.” She relplied before walking out of the room.
“You must have the answers ready too?” I teased him.
“I can’t dictate you the answers. They are free flowing thoughts and not a prepared speech.” He said before we both erupted into laughter.
Naina walked back in to the room and handed me my cellphone which would now be used to record the interview. Naina walked back out the room and we were all alone in the big room to do the interview.
All I had to do was switch on the voice recorder and read the questions and he would give his answers; I did so perfectly. The answers, just like the questions seemed to be well prepared and he went on effortlessly trashing the current government for issues across the board.
We did the interview over the delicous, hot masala tea and the savory snacks and soon the round of questions was over. I was elated that I had something in my hands that would help me step up the curve at work. I was desperate to run back to office and show this to my boss but I also wanted to stay back with Uday....

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