Yesterday, 07:42 PM
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Kusha took off her sunglasses with a sigh, looking up at the large house with pursed lips. Just as she had assumed based on the address, it was a tacky, cookie-cutter design. The sort of house that someone who had never been inside a truly expensive home thought looked impressive. She had intended to schedule this first face-to-face meeting out as far as possible as a minor power play; a way to show Rakesh that she was in charge and he would just have to wait. But, according to Payal, there had been some sort of scheduling mix-up with her plans for today, and Rakesh was the only appointment on the calendar that could be moved up at short notice. Which meant she was seeing him just a few days after he had hired her. Which made it look like she was rushing to be at his service.
She slammed her car door as she got out, already in a foul mood before she even had to speak to the ugly worm.
Kusha noted a large, dark BMW parked in front of the garage as she made her way to the door and rolled her eyes. No wonder Rakesh had been willing to overpay for an interior designer. He obviously loved to flash his cash. She stabbed a finger at the call button on Rakesh's video doorbell and crossed her arms, tapping a foot impatiently. The sooner she was able to get this meeting over with, the better. Maybe taking this job had been a mistake, even if it did give her the opportunity to put Rakesh in his place.
The doorbell connected with a chime, and a deep, panting voice on the other end of the line said, "Uhhh, Hello?"
Kusha delicately pinched the bridge of her nose and had to count to three before answering so that she could maintain a professional tone. "Mr. Kumar, this is Kusha Kapoor. I'm here for our 2 o'clock meet," she managed to get out in a cool customer-service voice.
Rakesh barked an undignified laugh. "You mean our 3 o'clock? I'm afraid you caught me in the middle of something..." in the background, a moaning feminine voice said "Who is it, Rakesh? Tell her to fuck off and get back to work! I was sooooo close."
Kusha flushed red, certain in the moment that Rakesh was doing this to fuck with her.
"I think you'll find," she said icily, "that our meeting is scheduled at 2. And I think you knew that already, Mr. Kumar."
Rakesh snorted. "Hold on one second, Poo... Look, I don't know what to tell ya, Kusha wusha. It says three in my calendar. Are you positive that you have the correct time?"
"I'm quite certain," said Kusha through gritted teeth, not enjoying the casual nickname at all. She navigated to her calendar app to prove that…
She stared down at the time in confusion. [Preliminary site review and project outline w/ Rakesh Kumar- 3:00 PM] She blinked. Refreshed the page. It said what it said. She would have bet all of the money she had that the appointment was at two. She had checked it before she left.
But the only two people with access to her calendar were her and Payal, and neither of them had any reason to change it. Fuck! "It... it appears that I might have been mistaken," said Kusha, each word feeling like acid on her tongue.
The whole point of taking this job in the first place has been to fearlessly respond to whatever petty mind game Rakesh had been trying to play, and she had fucked it up instantly by making a basic, unprofessional mistake. "I..." she began, then took a deep, calming breath and got a hold of herself. Mistakes happened. She couldn't let herself spin out over one minor embarrassment. She was still the better person here, and that's what would win out in the end. "I apologize for the confusion. Sorry to disturb you. I'll return in an hour, at the scheduled meeting time," she said in a clipped, professional voice.
"What, and sit in your car?" asked Rakesh with another coarse laugh. "No, that's no good. Just sit tight for a second. I'll just finish up and be right down."
Kusha's mouth fell open in disbelief. Was he really suggesting that she wait while he... "That won't be necessa..." she began, but by that point, the doorbell had already disconnected. Rakesh had hung up on her.
She slammed her car door as she got out, already in a foul mood before she even had to speak to the ugly worm.
Kusha noted a large, dark BMW parked in front of the garage as she made her way to the door and rolled her eyes. No wonder Rakesh had been willing to overpay for an interior designer. He obviously loved to flash his cash. She stabbed a finger at the call button on Rakesh's video doorbell and crossed her arms, tapping a foot impatiently. The sooner she was able to get this meeting over with, the better. Maybe taking this job had been a mistake, even if it did give her the opportunity to put Rakesh in his place.
The doorbell connected with a chime, and a deep, panting voice on the other end of the line said, "Uhhh, Hello?"
Kusha delicately pinched the bridge of her nose and had to count to three before answering so that she could maintain a professional tone. "Mr. Kumar, this is Kusha Kapoor. I'm here for our 2 o'clock meet," she managed to get out in a cool customer-service voice.
Rakesh barked an undignified laugh. "You mean our 3 o'clock? I'm afraid you caught me in the middle of something..." in the background, a moaning feminine voice said "Who is it, Rakesh? Tell her to fuck off and get back to work! I was sooooo close."
Kusha flushed red, certain in the moment that Rakesh was doing this to fuck with her.
"I think you'll find," she said icily, "that our meeting is scheduled at 2. And I think you knew that already, Mr. Kumar."
Rakesh snorted. "Hold on one second, Poo... Look, I don't know what to tell ya, Kusha wusha. It says three in my calendar. Are you positive that you have the correct time?"
"I'm quite certain," said Kusha through gritted teeth, not enjoying the casual nickname at all. She navigated to her calendar app to prove that…
She stared down at the time in confusion. [Preliminary site review and project outline w/ Rakesh Kumar- 3:00 PM] She blinked. Refreshed the page. It said what it said. She would have bet all of the money she had that the appointment was at two. She had checked it before she left.
But the only two people with access to her calendar were her and Payal, and neither of them had any reason to change it. Fuck! "It... it appears that I might have been mistaken," said Kusha, each word feeling like acid on her tongue.
The whole point of taking this job in the first place has been to fearlessly respond to whatever petty mind game Rakesh had been trying to play, and she had fucked it up instantly by making a basic, unprofessional mistake. "I..." she began, then took a deep, calming breath and got a hold of herself. Mistakes happened. She couldn't let herself spin out over one minor embarrassment. She was still the better person here, and that's what would win out in the end. "I apologize for the confusion. Sorry to disturb you. I'll return in an hour, at the scheduled meeting time," she said in a clipped, professional voice.
"What, and sit in your car?" asked Rakesh with another coarse laugh. "No, that's no good. Just sit tight for a second. I'll just finish up and be right down."
Kusha's mouth fell open in disbelief. Was he really suggesting that she wait while he... "That won't be necessa..." she began, but by that point, the doorbell had already disconnected. Rakesh had hung up on her.
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