AASHIVIK

I was signing some papers when Nakul rushed into my office, panting a little. "Sir, the clients are here already," he said, trying to catch his breath. Nakul was my secretary, though he was really just an intern under Kabir. He meant well, always trying to impress me, but his nerves always seemed to get the best of him. I could almost predict what was coming next—another disaster, probably just three seconds away.