Chapter 44: Chapter 44

"Where are you going? Can't I drop you back at your home? Miss. Sanaya?" Until Nick got in his car both Mr. Selvano and Sanaya were speechless, discerning his movements. But as soon as Nick headed out of the parking lot Sanaya got out of Mr. Selvano's car.

Without swerving around she resolved him while strolling. "I don't think you should."

"But why not?" He inquired.

Sanaya whirled around and glared at him. She drank in a sigh, then she blurted, "Like me, your boss is too Mr. Davis. To save me, I don't want anybody to get into trouble. But thank you for your help earlier."

With no plan to continue to talk to him she swiveled but she was approached by him quickly. Getting out of his car he ran to her. "Miss Sanaya... I have an offer for you, can we sit somewhere and talk? Ahh, how about the coffee shop at the...?"

Not even a whole day meeting, friendship? Nah, they did not have. Sanaya exchanged a confused gaze with him. "Offer?"

"Yes... I... I want you to be my model for this year's Scarlet Eve." As soon as those words came out of his mouth Sanaya shot him a cold gaze. "I think you have misunderstood something. That day was just only for one day. I just happened to help someone and that's all. I am not a model."

"I know you are not. That's why I said I want. I want to..."

"Since you know I am not a model then why are you saying these things to me?"

Mr. Selvano had blinked his eyes as he was listening to her attentively. "Because I want to help you." "Help me?" Nor did she ask him for help nor did she know he could help her in any way possible. What was he saying?

"Yes, I think you have potential and you can do more in your life than just being an interpreter. So I want to help you to have what you deserve." He explained in a serious tone.

"And why should you be? I mean, we don't know each other. We ain't friends, why do you want to help me?"

Taking a sigh Mr. Selvano answered her. "Like I said you have potential and I want...."

"I don't think I have any. See Mr. Selvano, I am happy to be an interpreter. I don't want to be a model. Thank you for thinking for me. But I don't think I can be in any favors of yours." Sanaya explained. This was harder than he already thought it would be.

He looked at his wristwatch while nodding his head slightly. "See I can work with another model who is just a foot away from one phone call. But I want to give you that opportunity. Why don't you want to try but throw that golden opportunity away?"

"A person wants to stay happy by doing whatever she wants to and what makes her happy. Being a model can't give me that happiness but being an interpreter can." Her answer was simple but perfect and flawless. She was happy being herself. Though many times Clara told her that she could be a model or signer, she had looks, she could sing so well but she said 'no'.

Though it was not her only ambition to be an interpreter but now she was happy to be one. That's to say her ambition kept changing. If she wanted to be a doctor now she would want to be something else a while later.

"Since we are done talking, I will go back to work." Though she wanted to leave Mr. Selvano stood on her way. Handing her a golden card he shot while having one hand in his pocket. "Anytime you change your decision, you can call me."

She refused to take it. "I will never change my decision."

But he seemed to mock her. He let out a mocking smile that was astounding. Sanaya was stunned to see him laughing when she did not crack any joke nor something funny happen. Seeing the confused glare she was giving him he let out a smile and said, "I will wait for your call. For Scarlet's Eve, you have time till tonight. Don't choose a wrong decision and regret it later. Goodbye, Miss Sanaya."

After that, he waved his hand at her and walked towards his car. Sanaya was still confused. What did he just say at a high speed? 'Whatever' ignorantly she did not bother to look at him and decided to go and do her work.

Now, she could work peacefully as Nick was not going to bother her. Thinking she might have workloads she started walking faster after getting out of the elevator.

But as soon as she reached her desk she was surprised. 'Where did they go? I can still remember Kyle gave me some files to work on... On.' Sanaya looked at her desk with deep attention, she could see those files missing.

Sanaya was still confused so she asked one of her colleagues. "Ahh, Xenia do you know where did the files on my table go when I was gone?"

"Mr. Kyle took them back," Xenia answered her. "Huh?" Strange! Did he say it was urgent? Did he take them because she could not finish working on them faster? Sanaya sat on the chair and put her on the desk, "What should I do now? Is there any work he left for me ...."

Sanaya looked around, everybody seemed to be busy working. She found only herself procrastinating.

"How bout I call him and ask him?" Sanaya immediately called Kyle who was now driving. Nick was sitting next to him.

"Ahh it's your wife calling, should I answer or..." Kyle asked Nick. Without looking at him Nick told him, "If she asks you about whether she has got any work to do then tell her that until we come back she can sit still, she is not supposed to go anywhere or she'll get punishment."

"Ahh?" Until now Nick never let any employee get a salary without working but for his wife, he wanted her to just sit and do nothing? Kyle kept glaring at him as if he said something wrong or maybe he mistakenly said that.

"You have any problem with that?"

Kyle nodded his head in denial. Even though he got some, how could he say it? On the other side, Sanaya cut the call just when he was about to pick it up.

Seeing everybody working but her 'sitting and doing nothing' was making her feel bad. She wanted to work and be a busy woman.

She called Kyle again and this time she could hear him talking.

"Hello, Ky... I mean Mr. Kyle." This habit of hers calling him by his name could create more gossips which she did not want to hear but even in the short time some of them noticed it. They had their eyes fixed on her.

"... Ahh you don't need to do anything. Today, Mr. Davis is giving you a break." She looked around and rubbing the back of her neck she smiled cheekily and asserted lowering her volume. "Break? You mean I can leave from work now?"

"Yes break but you can't leave from work. You can drink coffee or do anything else you want to. It's just... Stay there and don't leave until we reach." Kyle explained.

Sanaya let out a playful smile for a second but then she clenched her fists and bared her teeth. "What type of break is this? I mean I am not getting to work but I am on a break? I don't need to do anything but stay here and wait for you guys to come back? This is what you meant?"

"Ahh, yes."

Nick was listening to their conversation as it was on the loudspeaker as per his instruction. He had a smile of accomplishment playing in the corner of his lips. He could not help but smile as he thought she might feel frustrated and defeated now. Now, she was going to understand that nobody could win with him.

According to his calculation, this was going to make her very angry but because of work she might not say something or he would not mind if she was going to fight back anyway.

"Is this what Mr. Davis wants?" With her sugarcoated smile, she asked Kyle and he answered her, "yes."

"Ahh, I got it. Tell him I thanked him for thinking of me." With that she cut the call and hit her fist on the desk, making everybody shocked and looking at her.

She hissed angrily like a snake and uttered, "This man is so annoying! Did he think that he can punish me this way? I will make sure he gets to see the real me."

Sanaya smiled cheekily and got up to the chair. With a queeny smile, Sanaya went to the washroom. Today, she was going to let him see the real Sanaya that she had suppressed before because she wanted to be a good wife and trust him. ANYWAY.

When she was about to come out of the washroom she heard two women's voice, they were talking about her and spouting nonsense like some people doesn't have anything to do.

She heard one of them saying, "Do you think Sanaya is doing all these things because she wants to be a model?"

When did the other woman respond to her with a mocking smile, "Model? I think you don't know this. Mr. Davis hates models, so if she is seducing him because she wants to be a model then I am sorry for her... Her dream will never come true." Ignoring their laughter Sanaya was still having problems believing what she heard. Until now she did not know that he hated models.

"But even if her plan fails to become a model through climbing onto his bed, she is getting all the privileges that we can't get. We don't have that look nor do we have that luck, didn't you see she didn't have any work to do today. Sleeping with boss gives you so many privileges that normal employees like us can't get..."

Sanaya felt her blood boiling on the fire. She could barely suppress her rage. Those type of nonsense about her, she did not deserve them. She was just trying to calm herself as she did not want to waste her time fighting with them.

She elected she would just leave but then one of them affirmed, "Who knows maybe she will soon understand that our boss can't help her. When our boss will not be enough she might climb onto another man's bed who can help her. You know these types of girls, right?"

"Yeah. But I heard she is from India and she is a married woman. Shame on her, she is even cheating on her husband."

"I feel bad for him. Poor h... Hi... M...." Sanaya was being susceptible until now but no more. She came out and strutted in front of them.

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"Sorry, Mr. Bailey. She still..." Mr. Selvano's palm was fretting so his forehead was. His voice sounded disturbed and his fist loosened.

"I don't want to hear this. You have only till tomorrow. I want to hear the good news. If you can not make her agree then you know what will..." Even hearing it from the other side of the call Mr. Selvano shuddered. He quickly explained, "No no. I will do it. I have already executed my plan, Miss Sanaya will agree to be a model before tomorrow morning. Please trust me."

"I will wait then. But let me warn you, this is your only chance." And the call was cut.

Mr. Selvano crouched on the ground. He felt powerless, with his bare hand he whacked his knees constantly. Even though he had power and money but not enough to...