17 Arnav Singh Raizada

Taking in a deep breath, she knocked on the door.

No answer.

Sofya knocked again.

Still no answer.

She looked around. There was no one there and George was already gone. Preparing herself to face the devil, she stepped inside.

His office was way too big for just one man. In front of the floor to ceiling windows, there's a huge modern dark wood desk that six people can comfortably eat around. It matches the coffee table by the couch. Everything else is creamy white - ceilings, floors and walls, except on the wall by the door, where a mosaic of small paintings hang, twenty four of them arranged in a square. They are exquisite- arranged in a mundane, forgotten objects painted in such precise detail, they look like photographs. Displayed together, they looked breathtaking.

Behind the table, Arnav was seated in a large cushioned chair, his head resting on the comforter, eyes closed. He looked visibly tired.

Sofya walked discreetly up to him, making no noise. Thank God, she had chosen to wear sports shoes instead of heels. She stopped just at a short distance from the man. It was almost sunset, the last rays falling up on his face. She had to admit, even sleeping, he looked like a Greek God having his own demeanor. His usually perfect gelled hair was unkept, falling on his face. She raised her hand, pushing back his hair, her skin making contact with his soft skin.

Arnav Singh Raizada took over Raizada Holdings Corporations at the age of 23. As the oldest son of the Raizada family, he was forced by his father to take over the company. Since overtaking, the company continued to rise high and become the most successful empire in whole of New York. He also expanded the company and invaded international market. Arnav Singh Raizada also entered real estate and bought Elle Group and Holdings, the company which had previously dominated the market. He had made Raizada Holdings Corporations an unparalleled company in whole of NY. He also became the youngest chairman and CEO & was featured in various international business magazines as one of the richest, most successful and most sought after bachelor in America.

Only the people who worked with him knew how strict and serious he was. His name alone could make anyone cringed with fear. He didn't tolerate incompete and useless people.

As Sofya was contemplating whether to wake him up or not, there was a knock on the door and George walked in with a tray in his hand. Arnav woke up with a start, looking wildly around as Sofya moved farther away from him, her cheeks a little red. As she went to sit in front of him on legged cushion chair, then only did he notice her.

" When did you get here? "

" Just a second ago. " Sofya lied, not taking her eyes off the cup of coffee that George had placed in front of her.

" Thank You. "

Arnav ruffled his already unkept hair. Taking a sip of the decaf, he looked up at Sofya, " What was it that you wanted to talk to me about? "