"What in the world are you doing here?" I ask, impulsively.
"Do I have to answer your question? You look shocked right now. And by the way, this is my office!" He says, standing up from his seat.
"But this is Mr. Sinha's cabin." I say, adamant.
"So what? I can't come to my father's cabin?" He asks, coming near me.
"No. I didn't mean that…" I backed off.
"I know what you meant. Why are you here?" He asks me, leaning onto me.
"Mr. Sinha promised me a job!" I say, looking away.
"Oh! So now you are ordering a free job from him? Nice." He says, rolling his tongue over the insides of his mouth.
"Excuse me? I did good things to you by writing good things about you in the articles. Be thankful for that." I say, looking into his eyes.
"Why should I? My father has balanced the thing by gi
