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International Bank and observe how work gets done. At the end of one month, they were to reassemble, assess what they have learnt, and list out their preferred areas of work. This would form the basis of their final assignments.
    'That's it for the day, guys. We will meet tomorrow morning at nine, in this very room. Our party tonight will begin at 8.30 p.m. at the ballroom of the Taj Mahal Hotel. Brian Close will address you. Please be on time. Formals please. Don't forget your jackets. See ya there.' The moment the speaker closed the evening, Sundeep dashed out of the room. He was extremely nervous and didn't want to stay back and speak to anyone. He headed for the den of the don Aditya Rao.
    On his way he saw a rest room and ducked into it. He washed his face and freshened up. He wanted to be sure that he was properly groomed before meeting Aditya for the first time.
    For the first time in his life Sundeep was nervous before a meeting. It was the fear of the unknown. Why had Aditya called him? This question was gnawing his brain. But he knew one thing for sure: at the end of day one, if Aditya remembered anyone's name from the list of new recruits, it was his. For good or bad, he didn't know, but he had to capitalise on this.
    'I am here to see Mr Rao. My name is Sundeep Srivastava.' Natasha, Aditya's secretary looked up when she heard this.
    'Oh yes, Sundeep. He is expecting you. Please wait for a second while I check with him,' said Natasha. She was an attractive young woman, surely not older than twenty-one, and looked like someone straight out of college. Natasha got up from her seat and walked into Aditya's room. Sundeep couldn't help noticing how attractive she was.
    Sundeep surveyed the secretary's workspace. She had a large cubicle. In other organisations, six to eight employees would be seated in the space that she occupied. There was a plush leather sofa, definitely an imported item. He tried guessing the place of origin of the sofa. UK, Germany, probably Greece! He couldn't make up his mind and eventually gave up. If the secretary had this kind of space, he could well imagine the size and furnishings of Aditya's office. Despite his nervousness, he couldn't help being distracted by these thoughts. 'One day, I will make this my own office.' He was already imagining the day when he would walk into this office and call it his own.
    'Aditya will see you in five minutes. Can I get you something?' Sundeep didn't seem to notice when Natasha returned from Aditya's room. 'Oh no. Thank you. I will just wait here.'
    Natasha looked at Sundeep from the corner of her eyes and was reminded of the conversation that Aditya had with her a few hours back. He had just walked back from the induction programme. 'Natasha. There is a guy in there called Sundeep. Please send a note to him and ask him to see me after the session ends for the day.' He had seemed pissed and had walked into his room in a foul mood. He had called her again within the next three minutes and crackled over the speakerphone: 'Before he comes in, can you please get me his CV from the records.'
    Secretarial work was new for Natasha, but she was a fast learner. She had been in the organisation for no more than thirty days and had already become indispensable for Aditya. Knowing Aditya, she was feeling a bit sorry for Sundeep. She was beginning to like him.

 
10
    S waminathan was looking around for Sundeep after the day's training got over. He was looking for familiar faces in an alien crowd. Being an introvert, it was a challenge for him to go and talk to people on his own. He was standing alone in the corner of the training hall, holding the study material that they had been given. It was 6.45 p.m. and the party was at 8.30. He had nowhere to go. 'Might as well go through the study material,' he thought. He walked back into the classroom and opened the spiral bound books. They were actually not books, but collations of the various presentations that the seniors