Like yesterday, we saw how Sam held a meeting, but the employees there kept asking
him questions that made him visibly angry. Each question seemed to test his patience,
and though he answered them calmly at first, the repeated interruptions and doubts
finally made his temper flare. After the meeting ended, Sam walked back to his office,
a quiet heaviness settling around him. Nobody seemed to understand what was going
on, and perhaps that was why they all silently returned to their work, focusing on their
own tasks. The office hummed with the low murmur of computers and the occasional
rustle of papers, but the tension of the earlier meeting still lingered in the air.
The clock struck 9:00 at night, and it was the usual time to close the company. Pandey
ji, as always, was performing his dutiful rounds, checking every office, cubicle, and
corner to ensure that no employee had stayed behind. He had an eye for details,
noticing things most people would miss, and it was this dedication that made him
indispensable to the company. His steps were slow and careful as he moved from one
room to another, and he made a habit of making small mental notes of who was where.
Finally, Pandey ji reached Sam's office and peeked inside. To his surprise, Sam was
still sitting there, leaning back in his chair with a glass in hand. The faint smell of wine
filled the room, but Sam hadn't drunk too much, just enough to loosen his usually
tightly held composure. Pandey ji cleared his throat gently and said, "Sir, it's time to
close the company. You haven't gone home yet."
Sam, in a remarkably casual and relaxed tone, looked up and smiled faintly. "Oh uncle,
sit down. Let's talk a little," he said, patting the empty chair across from him. There
was a sense of familiarity in the way he spoke, a trust that allowed him to be candid.
He didn't feel the need to hide anything from Pandey ji, because they had known each
other for a while, and Pandey ji had always been more than just a loyal employee; he
was a mentor figure of sorts.
Pandey ji, settling into the chair, asked in a neutral yet curious tone, "Okay sam , but
tell me, why did Mr. Khanna give you this company? You are his relative, right? Why
not someone else in the family?"
Sam replied with calm honesty, "Uncle, what's the point of hiding from you now? Mr.
Khanna gave me this company only to prove that my decisions are wrong, that I would
somehow fail and ruin the company with wrong choices. But I will definitely prove that
my decisions are right. He wanted to challenge me, and I intend to accept that
challenge fully."
Pandey ji, a little puzzled, leaned forward. "What kind of decisions? And why does Mr.
Khanna think your decisions are wrong?"
Sam took a sip from his glass and explained, "Because I like boys. Mr. Khanna believes
this is the biggest wrong decision of my life. He thinks that all the decisions I take will
inevitably be wrong. But I told him, my decisions are not wrong. To test me, he gave
me this company and said, 'Double the profit of my company and prove that your
decisions are correct.'"
Pandey ji nodded slowly, finally understanding. "I see… I think love can happen with
anyone, sam. And I believe you will prove that your decisions are right," he said, a
small smile forming on his face, his eyes softening.
Sam shared all this only with Pandey ji because he trusted him. He knew Pandey ji
would understand without judgment. Even before the company became his
responsibility, Pandey ji had visited Sam's house, taken time to talk, and offer
guidance. Sam respected that loyalty deeply, and he felt comfortable opening up in a
way he didn't with anyone else.
Pandey ji then said gently, "sam, now you should go home. You've been drinking.
Shall I drop you?"
Sam shook his head with a calm, confident smile. "Pandey ji, I'll go home myself. You
should go too; it's late."
With that, Sam left the office, walking steadily to the parking lot where his car was
parked. The night was calm, and the streets were almost empty. He got into his car
and drove home, the soft hum of the engine matching the rhythm of his thoughts.
Sam's house was large, majestic even, and its beauty was accentuated by the warm
glow of lights inside. When he entered, he immediately noticed a man lying on the
sofa, drinking. The man's age seemed to be around fifty, but his face appeared
youthful, almost thirty.
The man turned his gaze toward Sam, a peculiar expression crossing his face. "So,
you're back, useless boy who takes wrong decisions," he said with a sharp tone, his
words cutting through the calm of the night.
Sam's eyes narrowed, and he responded, his voice firm and filled with defiance, "My
decisions are not wrong, understand that, Mr. Khanna."
Yes, the man on the sofa was none other than Mr. Khanna himself. He leaned back
slightly, a faint smirk on his lips, taunting Sam. "You like boys, and that itself is your
biggest wrong decision. The truth is, you never take the right decisions, useless boy,"
he said, his voice dripping with disdain.
Sam, burning with anger, said, "Liking boys has nothing to do with the decisions I
make. That's my choice, and you cannot say that all my decisions are wrong because of
it."
Mr. Khanna laughed softly, but there was a sharp edge to it. "You know, you only have
one month. And if in this one month you cannot double my company's profit, then I will
throw you out of my property, my son."
Sam's anger boiled over. "I am not your son! I don't care about your property. But I
will prove that my decisions are right. And don't ever call me your son again. The man
because of whom I lost my mom can never be my father."
Mr. Khanna, now shouting slightly, countered, "Your mom left the house only because
of your wrong decisions."
Furious, Sam stormed into his room, slamming the door behind him. Mr. Khanna
resumed drinking, indifferent to Sam's outburst. Over time, Sam had grown used to
this behavior; he knew these confrontations were part of his life with Mr. Khanna.
After bathing, Sam went to sleep, his mind still restless. The next morning, after
getting fresh, he chose a light blue suit and styled his hair in his usual sharp, confident
manner. Looking at himself in the mirror, he felt a surge of determination. Today, he
would face the company with his full energy.
Driving to the company, Sam felt the morning air fill the car, and as soon as he
arrived, everyone greeted him warmly, "Good morning, sir!" They all knew he was now
the new boss. His strong, confident attitude impressed everyone, and they respected
him instantly.
Entering his office, he told Pandey ji, "Fix a meeting at 3:00, and remember, nobody
should be late." Pandey ji nodded, "Yes sir."
Sam began checking company work. Motor Files, a company specializing in exporting
and importing car spare parts, required careful monitoring. He checked emails, noting
how many orders had come in and from which countries, and then moved on to
reviewing numerous files with meticulous attention.
By 3:00, Sam reached the meeting room. Everyone was already present. With his
sharp, commanding tone, he said, "Shall we start the meeting?"
Pandey ji interrupted, "Sir, please wait a bit. Only one person hasn't arrived yet; he's
on his way "
Sam, with his usual firm attitude, replied, "Pandey ji, I told you, nobody should be
late."
At that moment, the meeting room door suddenly opened, and a voice called out,
"Sorry for being late."
Sam looked toward the door—and froze, staring in shock.
To be continued… What will happen next? What did Sam see at the door? Who is this
boy? And what is the secret about Sam's mom? To know more, keep reading to this