Too sweet for the Devil
Riyan was sitting on his boss chair, working on his laptop. Just then, Simran entered the office holding a coffee tray in her hands.
She placed the cup on Riyan's desk.
"Sir, your coffee," she said softly and turned to leave when Riyan stopped her.
"Wait."
Simran stood still, head lowered.
Riyan stood up from his chair and picked up the coffee. There was a latte art smiley drawn on it—something Simran had made herself. Ignoring it, Riyan looked at Simran with narrowed eyes.
"You've really put in effort for this job. I must say… a complete makeover. Any special reason?"
Simran looked at him for a moment, then gathered her courage and spoke,
"Sir, as you know, I've only recently arrived here. And when my friend offered me such a good job in your office, how could I refuse?"
"Hmm… so when you're getting such a great job without any appointment or experience, then doing a little makeover to impress your boss isn't a bad thing, right?" Riyan smirked.
Simran's eyes widened.
"Excuse me, Boss. I haven't done anything inappropriate that you can blame me for. And besides, it was your mother who appointed me—as your secretary and also your personal assistant. I'm here to handle both your professional work and your wedding matters. I take my work very seriously. I have no interest in impressing anyone."
"If you really think I got this job through influence and I'm not fit for the role, you can go ahead and interview me," she added confidently.
"Fine. Anyway, no one in my company gets hired based on recommendations."
"Go outside. Akhil will give you some paperwork and questions related to this job. Only after that will we decide whether you're fit for this position or not," Riyan said in a strict tone.
"Okay, sir," Simran replied and exited the office.
Riyan took a sip of the coffee, deep in thought.
"Hmm… too sweet. I need some bitterness in it."
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Outside, Akhil and two others—a guy and a girl—began interviewing Simran. She was nervous from inside, but she knew she had to do it. It was not just about her friend's job, but also her own.
She completed all the paperwork. About an hour later, Akhil approached her and said,
"Miss Simran, you will receive a call from our company regarding whether or not you've been selected for the job. You may leave for now."
Simran nodded, picked up her bag from her desk, and walked out of the company.
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A few days passed like this.
But Simran never got a call. She went out shopping with Elina, but her mood was clearly off.
Elina tried cheering her up.
"Simmi, don't lose hope. I'm sure Anita Ma'am will convince Boss Sir, and you'll get selected."
Simran pouted, "Elina, I'm not upset about that. I'm upset because I feel like I've put your job at risk. That devil is never going to offer me the job. You don't know, he's the same guy I met on the plane. The pervy devil! 👿👿"
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Meanwhile, Riyan was getting ready to go to the club. He wore a black business suit, accompanied by several bodyguards.
He was headed to the nightclub for a massive weapons deal. The club was pulsing with lights, music, and drunk, dancing crowds. Riyan headed to his private room where the deal was scheduled. Russian clients were already waiting for him.
Riyan entered, sat on the head chair. Suddenly, the temperature in the room seemed to drop. Riaan scanned the room with his sharp gaze. The Russian client Mr. Wilson and his hot partner Angelica were already present. Angelica looked visibly impressed by Riyan's personality.
Mr. Wilson spoke,
"Mr. Riyan, we've always dealt with you, and we are very happy that this deal is also successful. 40 billion dollars. The deal is on. Let's cheer for it."
Wilson raised his glass toward Riyan. Riyan, on the other hand, raised a glass of water. Angelica, witnessing this for the first time, laughed and said,
"Mr. Riyan, the mafia boss doesn't drink?"
Riyan ignored her comment.
Wilson quickly added, "Angelica, he doesn't drink."
But Angelica stood up from her seat and walked over to Riyan. She was wearing a short, off-shoulder red dress that perfectly highlighted her curves. Red dark lipstick on her lips. She leaned in, locking eyes with Riyan, and slowly ran her finger along his cheek.
In a seductive voice, she whispered,
"A man as intoxicating as you doesn't need any alcohol. You're very hot and demanding. Let's seal our future deals tonight… in my room."
Angelica sat down on Riyan's lap.
Wilson shook his head in frustration and warned her,
"Angelica, I think we should leave now."
"You go, Wilson. I'll join you tomorrow," she said, then winked at Riyan. "Right, darling?"
She leaned in to kiss Riyan on the lips when suddenly...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! 💥💥💥🤯🤯
To be continued…