Kabir
I am in a meeting and everything's going smoothly, just right up to my expectations except for my father's constant calls. I don't understand what's wrong with him because he knows I am in a meeting and he never disturbs me like that. Thinking about this, I got up from my place to attend to his calls.
"Gentlemen, a moment please," I asked politely, with a professional smile adorning my face, and went outside the meeting room.
The moment I stepped out, I immediately dialed my father's number and he picked up on the second ring.
"Hello, dad? What happened? You know, I am in a meeting, right?" I asked, puzzled at him calling me constantly like that for the first time.
"Hello, Kabir...How did the meeting go?" He asked from the other side and my brows scrunched up in confusion again
