Page 21 of One Hellish Wedlock
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Introduce me to your receptionist. She needs a little reality check.”
Sunny blinked, baffled, but complied. “Sonya, this is Aanya. Mr. Chopra’s wife. And Ma’am, this is our receptionist, Sonya.”
Sonya’s face paled.
“I—I’m so sorry, ma’am. I didn’t recognize you.”
Aanya smiled sweetly. “What was it you said earlier?” she asked, feigning recollection. “That there are plenty of women out there whowishthey were in my shoes?”
Sonya looked down, guilt washing over her.
“Maybe,” Aanya continued. “But don’t get ahead of yourself next time. You work in such a big company. You should know who your boss’s wife is.”
“Yes, Ma’am. I’m very sorry again,” Sonya said, nodding rapidly.
Sunny who was still unsure of what had transpired between them earlier, escorted Aanya back to the waiting area.
“Would you like something to drink, ma’am?” Sonya asked meekly.
“Do you serve beer here?”
“Uh… no, ma’am. Alcohol is not permitted in the office.”
“That’s boring. Fine, just get me a coffee. No sugar.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As Sonya scurried off, Aanya sank into the plush leather couch and began surveying the lavish interiors. Chopra Group office screamed power and elegance. Reyansh had spared no expense.
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One hour passed.
Three cups of coffee. One fashion magazine. No update.
Frustrated, Aanya approached Sunny’s cabin again. “Is he done?”
“I’ve informed him you’re here. He said he’ll call when he’s free,” Sunny replied politely.
Aanya narrowed her eyes. Of course. This was payback. He was making her wait on purpose.
“Fine. I’ll wait,” she gritted, and stormed back to the couch.
Another hour crawled by.
By now, she was bored out of her mind. When Sunny passed again, she intercepted him.
“Reyansh is in a meeting with the Finance Head now,” Sunny informed her, somewhat apologetically. “Might take another hour.”
Aanya sighed, her patience thinning fast. She leaned back and drifted into a light nap, only to be stirred by Sunny again.
“Ma’am, he’s now with the HR Manager. Some critical updates. I hope you don’t mind waiting some more.”
Aanya sat up, glaring. “He’s doing this deliberately, isn’t he?”
Sunny scratched his head. “I… I wouldn’t know, ma’am.”
