Shock or Surprise?

The first week at work.

“Hey Raj,  know what?” Sam waved on top of his voice.

“Mr. Nitin has sent a me connection request.”

Raj raised his eyebrows “Wow! You lucky dog. Not every intern gets a connection request from the CEO. You must have impressed him in your introduction speech.”

“I guess so. There is a message as well. He has invited me for a chat today at 5.30 pm at the coffee shop across the road.”

“Great. There must be a blazing agenda if he is asking for a meeting after office hours that too on a Friday. Go for it!”

Sam picked up his phone “Wait till I tell this to Riya. She will be elated too and forgive me for canceling today’s movie date for this.”

The same evening.

Sam checked himself into the men’s room. His tall frame, slim built, and sharp features made him a typical urban millennial. He tucked his shirt in, adjusted his hair, re-aligned his suit and tie. He made sure his shoes were shining. The only time Sam would care about his looks while leaving office was when he had a date with Riya. Today, he thought, was equally exceptional. He wanted to create a good second impression. He waited till the men’s room was empty and rehearsed his introduction in the mirror “Hi, Mr. Nitin, this is Sam. Sam Khanna”

As the lift descended 19 floors of his office building, he kept anxiously thinking “What the meeting could be about? Must be surely something important. Well, I will take up anything for a first assignment.”

At 5.25 p.m, Sam reached the entrance of the coffee shop. It was sparsely populated. His eyeballs nervously searched for Mr. Nitin.

Sam located Nitin in a corner typing frantically on his laptop. “A man of his stature would have hundreds of email to reply in a day. Not to forget a bunch of other documents and presentations” Sam pondered.

Nitin Wadhwa was quintessential CEO. Always dressed in three-piece pinstriped suits. He didn’t believe in Friday dressing. His view was that casual dressing would make our thinking casual too. His choice of clothes, watches and shoes reflected his opulence. The French beard and white sidelocks of his hair exuded maturity of an experienced leader.

“I wish to be like him someday,” he thought.

Sam walked towards Nitin and extended his hand for a greeting “Hello Mr. Nitin. How are you doing?.”

Mr. Nitin looked at Sam and fixed his gaze for a few seconds.

“It’s Sam..err. Sameer Khanna.”

“Aha! You are the intern. I remember your introduction speech. What were you doing? Checking me out from out there?”

“Huh?No, sir. I am here for our meeting. You sent me a message.”

Nitin latched his gaze on Sam’s head and slowly descended to his toe and moved up again stopping close to his belt. He stuck his tongue out and began licking his lips, “Ah! Yes.. Oh my God Sam. Are you in for a ride tonight?”

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