𝐌𝐫. 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲| 彡

-3-

"Thank you so much Sir, God bless you." She spoke with so much gratitude and elation.

When I got to my office, I went over the agenda of the meeting I was having with Lara Monét and Yves Nicholson about opening up another branch and revamping our underground stations.

The banking business was a very risky sector. It needed first class security and a lot of thought process. Money had always intrigued me from the start.

It fascinated me how people worked their asses off for paper, did a lot of morally questionable things or sacrificed the most important fundamentals just for this paper.

Something was so great about power; it felt good knowing that I had millions of people's lives in my hands. Multiple people deposited their hard-earned money in my bank, and those on the brink of a disaster relied on my bank for a loan or bank overdraft.

Even those who wanted to start up a dream came to me, my business.

After working alone for some time, I went to the professionally set-up board room for the meeting. Yves and Lara had already arrived, and of course, Lorenzo was there. I trusted him so much, he was such an important shareholder in my business.

"Mr. Vasudevan, pleasure to meet you." Yves shook my hand, and then I also shook Lara's.

They were both so influential and powerful in society, it was so great to be working with them.

Lara was a beauty with brains, and even though she specialised in the female sector, Monét Tech was exceptional. And Yves' ranked as the top billionaire in the world, four positions above me. We were bound to have a collaboration.

We discussed the new project for much longer than anticipated, but it was so worthwhile. I wanted to double the security in the underground stations using high-quality, complex biometrics and secure devices, so Lara to embark on the project.

Yves did so too, informing me that the expensive, brand new, raw materials that I wanted had arrived a few days ago.

After everything, I had some light lunch with Lorenzo, laughing over so many stories just like the old times.

"I saw the most beautiful girl in the world yesterday," I confessed, and with wide eyes, he moved his chair closer to me.

"Go on, I'm listening," he took a sip of his whiskey.

"Man, it's my daughter's therapist. I swear I fell in love with her at first sight," I ran her hand through my hair as he whistled.

"Damn, she must be hot. What's her name? I might know her because Christine is a therapist,"

"Illithyia. Illithyia Palmer-"

"Of course, that woman is fucking fire. But I think she's got a boyfriend, she's not the type to be single." He said suggestively, and I could literally feel my fists clenching so hard at the thought that had barely occurred to me.

Did she? I'd have to find out, maybe get rid of him on a good day.

"Do you think so?" I wasn't supposed to worry over someone who wasn't my wife, but she surely striked the possessive side of me.

I wanted to protect her, give her the whole world that a bastard could never, and I wanted to worship her in all the right ways. I wanted to give her my love.

It was interesting because I could barely love my own wife; what made me think I was capable of loving someone I'd met only once in my life, that too for a maximum of five minutes?

"I don't know man, but as a hot woman, she's likely to have someone." Lorenzo shrugged, "and I'm ass when it comes to advice. But if I were you, I'd literally go for her."