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"I think Rosa has already explained to you but let me just say again: I need you to hack my father's emails."
Yes Vhrea! This will work out; I channelled my demons to bear with this entire process of convincing a guy from my IT department to put on his grey hat for just a minimum of two hours.
"I will not do it. I don't trust you."
You work for my IT department; I pay you for a living. Why does he need to make all this so difficult?
Give me access to my father's emails, take the money and go have a lifetime party: I've even arranged everything behind doors–a karate child's play. Although an easy looking statement, I too have trained on the wall of China to prepare all this.
"I will pay you double." Greed: can make even the dead come back for free treasures.
A throat cleared beside me which I purposely ignored by increasing the standing fan's number to five, whirling and blocking all the unrequited noise.
"Any amount of money can't get me my license immediately. So, no, thank you Mam. Please spare me the trouble."
Subhash: That's the name, who will be leaving to join the desert team in Jaipur, by the next flight! I am not the type who would abuse my authority in general situations. But desperate times call for imprecate measures.
"You are no use to me. Get useful somewhere else." I said and waved my hand, signalling the door to be opened for the exit of my futile guest.
After Subash left the room, I started the glare competition against my lawyer. "What?" I asked.
"You committed three crimes in the presence of a lawyer, I could be a potential witness for a bribery, attempted k********g and unethical hacking." Ganesh Kumar; a crooked forty-two-year-old lawyer in my legal team, spoke as if I was the only one wrong here.
"You did not stop me in any of these. I could be a potential witness if you are in a trial." He took that back with whatever pride was left in him after the recent loss of his back-to-back cases, and clients for a matter of fact. For mysterious reasons he didn’t consider sharable.
"I am letting this slide because this is something you are doing for Richard Sir." He replied, staring at a ring he just took out from his coat pocket.
"My father chose your wedding ring?"
I knew it simply by looking at the design of a moonflower on it; Ganesh was not the romantic type, if given a chance he might as well simply transfer money into his girlfriend's account and ask her to buy one herself; freedom of choice, he would label it.
Moonflower signifies a growth and blossom in dark times, and father really looks for the bigger picture, an outer space for life beyond today.
"Yes. One week before he passed away." He explained and put the box back to its origin in his suit.
“It looks beautiful.” He agreed. “Killer beautiful. She loved it when I sent her the image.”
“You did not just say that you spoiled the wedding ring?” I reacted on the disaster he just confessed to, “I actually said exactly that.” He replied taken aback.
“I can’t believe it. I understand we have a good age gap but we belong to the same generation!” He wasn’t still getting the point. “It is supposed to be a surprise dear uncle!”
“Not on my age kiddo!”
“But why are you carrying it around. You do know that you are clumsy, right?” I said being pulled into the flashback of how he had ended up falling out of a one storey building window after trying to save a pigeon’s struck leg in the window still.
“The ring has powers like the lord of the rings and I am getting the energy from it to be drunk enough to get married. Marriage is a scary institution.”
Phew. Scary clumsy!
Should I tell him that I was threatened? Will it be productive? Or, will it endanger him too?
Talk subjects with people who can either understand you or help you, and avoid who could be potential scavengers. That’s what Grandfather had told me when I sked him the reason beyond his attitude of survival where he speaks the most of two sentences made up of maximum five words.
Before I could come to a decision my phone vibrated against the metal table, making it also dance to its rhythm: SpongeBob Well, it displayed.
"Did an alligator swallow you?" I howled the minute I slid on the green circle on my screen.
"What, no. And hello." He replied. "I need you to put on your grey hat."
"Location? Number? CCTV footage?" He asked, which immediately brought a smile to my face.
He is my product: I don't need to pay, beg or threaten him for work, I just need to say what I want.
"Email." I said, "That's easy. Send me the details."
"Next time respond early so that I don't go around k********g my own employees."
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