Adultery Job Interview of Mrs. Anjali

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As he instructed the men to leave, and they left, the boss saw me.  “Anjali, please have a seat,” he said.  “Thank you sir,” as I said and took my seat, he picked up his phone, “I told you not to disturb me while I am in the meeting, why did you send her here?” the boss asked the receptionist.  “Sir, she is a village girl, she does not know manners, and barged in just like that,” I could hear the receptionist say that.  “Sir, no sir, she is the one who told me to enter inside without knocking,” as I said.  “Coffee, Tea, Cool Drinks or fruit juice?” he asked, with the receiver near his ear.  “You look fresh today, have some fresh juice, okay?” he said with a smile and as I said “okay sir,” and smiled at him.  “Send some apple juice to the terrace,” he said over the phone and started hanging up the call.  “Come, Anjali, let's go to the terrace,” he said and got up from the chair and I started following him.  As he entered the lift, it was full of mirrors everywhere, and as I followed him, and the lift started going up, “just don’t worry about the receptionist okay?  She is jealous that you will get the job, Anjali,” the boss said.  “Yeah, Sir, there were four girls plotting to kick me out of the company even before the interview, Sir,” I said.  “Mmmm… all four are jealous of you then,” he said.  “Yeah, sir,” as I said.  “Mmmm…” he exclaimed and looked at me from head to toe, “you are looking so beautiful, Anjali, no wonder they are jealous of you,” he said.  “Thank you Sir,” as I said.  “Are you nervous?” he asked.  “A little bit, Sir,” I whispered.  “Turn around for me, Anjali,” he whispered as I turned around, and looked at him through the mirror, the old man was shamelessly ogling at my ass over my saree, “mmmmm beautiful, Anjali,” he exclaimed.  As I said “thank you sir,” looking down.  “No, thank you for coming.  It has been ages since I have seen a village beauty like you, Anjali.  I am very happy with your looks,” he said, and the lift door opened.  As we got out of the lift, there was an open terrace, the wind was heavy, and at the corner, there was a small coffee table with two chairs facing each other.  As we started walking towards the coffee table, “that is my favorite place, Anjali, I used to bring my wife there and have coffee with her every time she came here,” he said looking at me.  “I have two sons, they both are settled in Canada,” as he started talking about his sons, “I also have two sons, Sir,” I said.  “What are they doing?” he asked.  “They are studying in Govt college, Sir,” I said.  “Don’t worry, if you get this job, you can move them to a better private college,” he said.  “What about your husband?” he asked.  “He met with an accident and is wheelchair bound, Sir,” I said.  “My God, Anjali, then who is taking care of the family?” he asked.  “Nobody sir, with Raju’s financial help, we are adjusting,” I said.