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Ranveer gazed at her once from top to bottom, trying to be sure if he really was ready for this. After a minute, he nodded and opened the side drawer of his desk.
“I have an offer for you,” he exclaimed.
Maya was confused.
“I am sorry. I do not have the authority to make deals for Blitz. You need to contact Vikram,” she replied.
“Personal,” he interrupted her. “It’s nothing to do with Blitz,” he added.
Maya’s heart skipped a beat. What offer could he put forth for her? Considering his background and their twisted past, she didn’t feel good about it.
“I am not open to any personal offers. Sorry and thank you,” she said, about to turn and leave when she heard him bark at her.
“STOP.”
Maya stopped. Though she had no interest in even seeing his face or listening to his voice, she couldn't override his orders. He was her boss’s boss. She turned around again and saw him signing some cheques. Once he was done, he threw the cheque book towards her on the desk.
“You won't even accept it now?” he asked with pride. Maya looked at the blank check he had just signed, and her blood boiled. “Fill in any amount, Maya Bajaj. No one will stop you.”
Maya lost her patience.
“I am not interested in your money, neither in any offer that you have for me. Keep it to yourself or offer it to the right bidder.”
Ranveer let out a sarcastic chuckle and got up from his chair.
“Really? You are not interested in money anymore? That’s news to me. Because just last week, you were desperate enough to make some. That’s why you sold your handmade paintings, didn’t you?”
Maya’s jaw dropped. How did he know that? What did he have to do with her paintings?
“You don’t need to know why I sold them. It’s absolutely my choice. Don’t even talk about my paintings.”
“Why not?” he mocked again. “I am the one who got you paid for those dumb paintings. I have all the rights to talk about it.”
This was another shock to her. He bought her paintings? All of them? She recollected Preeti telling her that there was this one buyer who got her paintings. He was the one? And did he just call her paintings dumb?
“If you have such a good taste, Mr. Malhotra, why did you buy my dumb paintings?” she scowled.
“To trap you.”
She was confused. He started walking around her slowly, explaining what he had in mind.
“I sent you the cheque for your incentives; you didn’t accept it because you didn’t like my note. And I don’t like people throwing attitude back at me. So, I ensured that you get that money from me, in other ways. Preeti, the woman who got your paintings sold, works for one of Malhotra group’s missions.”
Maya felt his powerful gaze on her, as if he would chew her any moment. She might lie to herself if she said she wasn’t scared of this man still.
“So, I don’t care what you did with that money; I just know that you got your work done because of me. You should be appreciating that.”
Maya swallowed hard as he stopped right before her, close.
“Anyways, that was too much talk,” he cleared his throat and picked the cheque book again from his desk, offering it to her. “Accept my offer. I promise you won’t regret.”
Maya shut her eyes. Her fingers tingled to put a hard slap on this man’s cheeks. She didn’t care what his offer was and why he had chosen only her for it. She opened her eyes and gave him a sharp stare.
“I am still not interested.”
She wanted to leave that cabin at once, and she didn’t need his permission anymore. Maya strode to the door.
“I will chase you, trouble you too, till you agree to this, Miss. Bajaj,” he shouted. She kept walking. “And beware, I am a bad stalker,” he added. She opened the door and headed out.
