Yesterday, 08:13 PM
Kusha stood in silent fury for a moment. This entire interaction had thrown her completely off-balance. She was supposed to breeze in and make Rakesh feel awkward with how cool, calm, and competent she could be. Now she was standing on his doorstep waiting for the nasty slug of a man to finish having sex?
No. She refused. She would just get back in her car and drive back to the office. Tell Payal the meeting had to be rescheduled. She had already taken a few steps toward her car when she stopped with a grimace of frustration on her face. She was the one who had made the screw-up here. If she had come an hour later, when the meeting was apparently scheduled, Rakesh would have been ready for the meeting. Leaving now would only make her look more unprofessional.
She turned stiffly back to the door, boiling with impotent anger while she waited a few long, infuriating minutes for Rakesh to come down and let her in.
Finally, the door swung open, and Kusha was face to face with Rakesh for the first time in years. Kusha looked at the scruffy man with barely concealed contempt. He was broad-framed but completely untidy, with unpleasantly visible chest hair and thick, greasy hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. Rakesh certainly wasn't as tall as Sharath and looked overweight in those loose clothes. It had been a while since Kusha had seen him in person. He was maybe even uglier than she remembered, and it surprised her in that moment that even gold diggers wouldn’t be interested in this repulsive man. He was wearing a thick burgundy robe that thankfully fully concealed his body.
"Kusha!" exclaimed Rakesh with a big crooked smile, sticking out a pudgy hand for a handshake. "Long time no see. Glad you could make it soo, heh... punctually." Kusha stared at his hand and had to repress an urge to slap it away. This was the worst part of Rakesh. Not how he looked: people couldn't help it if they were ugly. No, the problem was his utter, unshakable confidence. Despite looks that would make any reasonable person self-conscious, there was a lurking arrogance behind his eyes. A sense that he thought he was better than everyone he met.
Kusha ignored the hand and instead put on a cold little customer-service smile. "Let's get straight to business, shall we, Mr. Kumar?" Rakesh withdrew the offered handshake, but instead of looking annoyed or confused by the slight, a little smirk crossed his face as his hand dropped to his side. Rage bubbled up inside her. What exactly did he mean by that expression? She felt completely off balance; even when she deliberately snubbed and disrespected him, Rakesh had somehow found a way to make her feel like she had made an embarrassing mistake.
No. She refused. She would just get back in her car and drive back to the office. Tell Payal the meeting had to be rescheduled. She had already taken a few steps toward her car when she stopped with a grimace of frustration on her face. She was the one who had made the screw-up here. If she had come an hour later, when the meeting was apparently scheduled, Rakesh would have been ready for the meeting. Leaving now would only make her look more unprofessional.
She turned stiffly back to the door, boiling with impotent anger while she waited a few long, infuriating minutes for Rakesh to come down and let her in.
Finally, the door swung open, and Kusha was face to face with Rakesh for the first time in years. Kusha looked at the scruffy man with barely concealed contempt. He was broad-framed but completely untidy, with unpleasantly visible chest hair and thick, greasy hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. Rakesh certainly wasn't as tall as Sharath and looked overweight in those loose clothes. It had been a while since Kusha had seen him in person. He was maybe even uglier than she remembered, and it surprised her in that moment that even gold diggers wouldn’t be interested in this repulsive man. He was wearing a thick burgundy robe that thankfully fully concealed his body.
"Kusha!" exclaimed Rakesh with a big crooked smile, sticking out a pudgy hand for a handshake. "Long time no see. Glad you could make it soo, heh... punctually." Kusha stared at his hand and had to repress an urge to slap it away. This was the worst part of Rakesh. Not how he looked: people couldn't help it if they were ugly. No, the problem was his utter, unshakable confidence. Despite looks that would make any reasonable person self-conscious, there was a lurking arrogance behind his eyes. A sense that he thought he was better than everyone he met.
Kusha ignored the hand and instead put on a cold little customer-service smile. "Let's get straight to business, shall we, Mr. Kumar?" Rakesh withdrew the offered handshake, but instead of looking annoyed or confused by the slight, a little smirk crossed his face as his hand dropped to his side. Rage bubbled up inside her. What exactly did he mean by that expression? She felt completely off balance; even when she deliberately snubbed and disrespected him, Rakesh had somehow found a way to make her feel like she had made an embarrassing mistake.
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