She knew exactly what it meant, and the thought chilled her.
She went over and over, searching for some sign of forgiveness, some glimmer of gentleness, but there was none. She knew she was going to suffer, and she trembled at the thought. She had disappointed him, of course.
Seema understood that. She reached his office at 5pm, most of the people had left the place and it was nearly deserted. The peon asked her to wait in the reception. At 7 pm - nearly 2 hours from the time she came, he arrived.
He stepped through the doorway and stopped upon seeing her in that favorite of her wicked garments... and she saw the smile spread on his lips... a smile of relief, of satisfaction and of pride. But quickly he stifled it, pulling on the mask of sternness once more and m
