|| 10. PAIZE 3 ♥ ||
The Sophista team, accompanying their editor-in-chief, flew in a small seater plane across the scenic islands to arrive at their destination island of Sarrata. Entering the grand campus of the fabric industry, the team members interestingly looked at the lush lawns spreading far and through the various proprietary factories and office buildings.
Dressed in finest materials, the fabulous Sophista team admirably discussed their ensembles which had been crafted from fabric created at the very campus of Sarrata. Wearing a beautiful saree herself and fed to last for seemingly an entire week, Mohana arrived right on the mark at her destination halfway to the opposite side from her world.
The front desk pleasantly welcomed the Sophista party. Hosting representatives from the public relations team had arrived to welcome the Sophista journal team for their engagement session. From the offices of the fabric industry mogul Tyr, his personal assistant had diligently come to receive Mohana, the lady in charge.
The woman politely offered “Hello Miss Mohana, I am Bazza. How about I take you to breakfast, while your team gears for a day with our PR team. And if you would like I can help you catch a tour of the office buildings on this side of the establishment on our way to Tyr’s office”
“I would really appreciate the tour, but am strictly done with anything food, Jojo has ensured am fed far in advance” Mohana smiled at her host. Dismissing another shiver escaping her, Mohana hoped for her filling breakfast to keep her warm
With a kind laugh Bazza guided her “This way then, I’ll inform our staff to serve you refreshments. Hopefully our walk can make you feel hungry by the time we reach Tyr”
Making their way through the towers, Mohana took a glimpse around the offices. The workplace was already in full swing with employees hovering around in collaborative spaces, others stepping into meeting rooms, some employees were working with headphones on their desks, while others were brainstorming ideas on glass boards.
Along their tour Bazza kept them engaged, ardently speaking about Tyr and their company Sarrata’s initiatives. Smiling proudly, listening to Tyr’s achievements Mohana added “He is superiorly great at all that he does. There’s no stopping the fire in him. Though as much as I’ve come to know Tyr, there’s always more than what meets the eye”
“Definitely, there’s that spark. And let me tell you, every soul on this campus has felt that moment of getting wonder struck with Tyr. Being blown away with what goes through his mind is an everyday for us now..” both woman shared a kind laugh “..and he’s a star at getting what he wants. Now we can only hope when you get to interview him and Sonya, they can convince you to visit this site often”
Mohana chuckled “I do certainly wish, but if I have to move all day in these sarees that will be more hard work than I can manage”
The women exchanged a chuckle discussing the complex yet ethnically rich attire. Talking about managing yards of fancy clothing and then balancing it over high heels, Bazza genuinely complimented Mohana’s beautiful ensemble. She added merrily “Jojo has you all prepared”
“She’s the best!” Mohana chirped affectionately for her personal assistant Jojo
The beautiful pink and red hued saree delectably wrapped around Mohana further enhanced her figure. Every eye that landed in her direction, did a repeat run over checking out the beautiful woman
“Whoa am I seeing what I am thinking?!” a short man enquired peeking from the glass wall of a huddle room
“Damn my pants are bursting at the seams just by looking at those curves. How will Tyr even manage talking to her” another man’s frustrated voice joined his
Both men leaned at the glass separation of their enclosure to shamelessly stare at Mohana. The short man muttered irritatedly “No wonder Sophista gets the hottest exclusive dibs at everything and we are left waiting in these bloody glass rooms”
“Legend has it, she has known Tyr forever but with that body I am willing to know her far deeper than that” the bald man, taller amongst the two wickedly commented. His eyes full of lust staring at their competitor Sophista’s beautiful editor-in-chief
Unaware of the interest she had garnered from the Chanceys reporters Mohana was focussed on her discussion. Reviewing the project list with Bazza, she was determining which selections to highlight in their upcoming Sophista deep dive article to pair with Omar Shaan’s cover
Greedily checking out Mohana and the wrap of the rich fabric along her curvaceous contour, the shorter man offered “According to our journal she seems to have slept with so many of these hot shots, but her innocent beauty doesn’t seem like it has ever been touched, damn man look at that sultry body”
“Chanceys will have us type anything to make a sale. Who knows better than the two of us. Pitar is after her like a leech for years, if he had been successful I think we would have seen his fifth wedding. She’s the kind anyone would want to sleep with night after night” adjusting his trousers the bald man let his eyes roll sleazily over Mohana
“Paul? I thought his son from the first wife Wendell was running after her? They are in the same university though am not sure he has anything in him to make her even bat an eyelid, but he’s any day better because Paul would be such a filthy scum for that porcelain skin” the first man frowned at the idea of their boss and owner of Chanceys, Paul Pitar with the beautiful woman who stood a few feet away
From a distant height, the security guard monitoring the reporters in the huddle room spoke on her device “Chanceys. Ninth floor east corridor, huddle room EW9811”
She received a command from the other side of the connect “Their time is up. Throw them out. They have outlived Tyr’s hospitality”
Busy conversing with her guide, dressed in the artfully designed saree, her blond hair secured in a french knot, Mohana stood with her back towards the two Chanceys reporters leering at her
Unaware of their impending dismissal, the men were lost in their vulgar discussion “If only she will let me touch her, I’ll make her forget both those father and son” the second man huffed impatiently
“Good luck dreaming, she has her own protection army and what not. Last I heard some ass had dared to ask her out for a university party and the looser was found on a hospital bed with no surety of recovery” the shorter man shook his head
“Why don’t we type up the real information? Who will take the virginity of Sophista’s sexy editor-in-chief” the bald man shifted leaning desperately for another glance of Mohana as she moved ahead crossing over to another hallway
“Because we are Chanceys, everyone in Pitar’s world is soiled and a desperate..” the first man commented shaking his head at the obviousness of his counterpart “..Go give yourself a hand in the washroom and hope Tyr’s staff doesn’t catch you in the act. This is the closest we’ll ever get to seeing her unless we crave a hospital bed too”
The office doors opened to an extremely ecstatic man. Broad frame, tall height, dressed in a posh suit, his short spiked hair sported a red ombre effect. “My darling princesa” with the affectionate greeting, Mohana was wrapped in a welcome hug by Tyr, the owner of Sarrata.