“She won’t.”
Atharva stared at her. “What is the dirt?”
“I will not tell you.”
“Amaal.”
“I will not tell you, Atharva.”
“You want me to waste the same resources again to find out? You know I will.”
Her mouth pursed. “Her family has tax evasions compounding to hundreds of crores, a large chunk of it is in her name as she has been a partner in her father’s firm since she turned major. It’s enough to tie her up in IT, ITAT and CESTAT.”
“Why CESTAT? What did she do with Customs?”
“Under invoicing of exports.”
“To Pakistan?”
“Among other countries. We ran background, it’s not for any ideology. Just money-making.”
"I want her out. Out of my parties, out of my city, out of the fucking world if that is possible.”
“Not immediately. She should think that the transfer is her punishment and that opening her mouth would mean worse. Let her bury this for self-preservation and let things quieten. Then I will slowly make things unstable enough for her to resign herself. Let it be amicable, Atharva.”
He sat silent.
“Atharva. Very rarely do I see you react so emotionally. This time, I cannot blame your reaction but what I am suggesting right now would have been your first idea if this were not you and Iram involved.”
He hated that she was right.
“Keep her within striking distance but cocooned under the party. At least for the next year, until things settle.”
He eyed her.
“Trust me. I will keep an eye on her.”
“I want her out of this state.”
“Yes.”
“Out. I mean it.”
“Got it.”
“Get Samar to transfer her immediately and revoke all her media access passes. I have already ordered Altaf to revoke her pass into my office and private spaces.”
“The transfer will take a few days, the rest will be done.”
He gave a nod.
“Great,” Amaal got to her feet, rubbing her hands. “So I will see you at home this evening.”
“I will still be here.”
“Ada is here, Mirza is here. They were planning to order pizza. I even asked Adil.”
“I am neck-deep here,” Atharva grabbed a file from his pile and showed it to her. “You all enjoy.”