Raju Ganapathy

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Raju Ganapathy

Thriller

I Spy with my little Eyes

I Spy with my little Eyes

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“Bitch, bloody f**king bitch” I cursed out aloud. I was sure I had been played. I was a sucker to have got into an affair with Sneha, my executive secretary at office.

Let me tell my story. I had snatched her away from my rival company Triple Digits. I too worked at Triple Digits for some years and I got stagnated. That is when I left and started on my own. Now I was beginning to give a run to Triple Digits. I called my company Digitante and my company has been recognised as one of the fastest growing company in the field.

I had met Sneha at a pub and I liked her the first instant. When we started talking, I realized she was working with Triple Digits. Over a few drinks when our chemistry got stronger she confided to me that she was looking for a change. I had never told her who I was but generally mentioned to her that I am running a start-up. Next day I had hired a private detective and assigned to give me a brief of Sneha. In a week’s time private detective’s report landed on my table. It was all positive. She had a good schooling followed by a graduate and master’s degree in one of the top colleges in Delhi and she had got herself trained for one year in AI technology from a German University rated to be one of the top universities in the field. She joined Triple Digits and rose fast in a matter of few years. Then her stagnation had begun. The only thing negative was that her father’s history was unknown. Sneha had kept her mother’s name as her surname. The detective could not probe anything further into her father’s history. Then I hired a private HR firm to call her out and interview her and assess her skills and temperament. Sneha scored well in the interview and then she was sent to meet me for the final interview. She got a surprise when she saw me in the seat of the CEO of the upcoming Digitante. I had offered a rise of twenty percent more than what she was getting and offered her a better portfolio. Sneha was a gem of a find for me. Sneha was smart, efficient and took care of all office matters. It was a matter of time she became a soul mate too apart from becoming a bed mate. She became my confidante.

It was at this time Mr Melon Mask slated to be top billionaire in the world was looking to enter into Indian market and was looking for a partner. Both Triple Digits and Digitante became the top favourites. We both beat our rivals during the last six months after rounds of presentation and discussions. It was clear to both Bhaskaran (CEO, Triple Digits) and me it was a break or make in so far as this contract was concerned and we left no stone left unturned in the competition. It was then I decided that I should put a team of four people from the company including Sneha and came to the retreat and brain storm and make the final bid. We reached the retreat and had worked hard for nearly twelve hours each day and the final bid took a nice shape. When it came to the last bit about the financial quote, I preferred to do it alone as is my wont. I couldn’t bring to trust any of the other three. I retired to the room and told Sneha I would let her know once I had made my bid. By the time I had finished bidding it was 930 pm. I had dialled Sneha and we met at the bar for a drink and unwinding. We had a good time as I was feeling relieved and Sneha was the right company at that time. I asked to come to my room. She willingly came and we made love and she let me come from behind, my preferred mode. That was the last thing I knew. In the morning Sneha was not to be found anywhere and the reception from the night shift informed me that Sneha had checked out and left in a car. I knew something was seriously wrong and it had to do with the bid.


There are always two sides to any story. Let me tell my version. I am Sneha who conned Abhijit and became his confidante. It was not without a reason. My papa is Bhaskaran founder of Triple Digits. My papa’s marriage was a forced one. He was compelled to marry his uncle’s daughter due to property and family traditions and there was no love in the marriage. He found real solace in my mother’s company and he was honest to my mother from the beginning. But for the legitimacy part he was my real papa. He took care of us well and he backed my life, my studies and my career. I didn’t care much about the moral or the legitimacy but found my papa to be honest with us. He had told me that Abhijit had stolen company secrets when he left the company and set out on his own. Abhijit was ruthless in pursuit of his company’s growth. That is when I decided to play a role and stepped in to set up a trap for Abhijit. Men are suckers in the game of sex. Abhijit was an easy prey when we first met at the bar, I knew he visits often. I played the game well and he ended up believing there was some chemistry between us. Soon I got to know that there was some guy snooping into my life history as one of my colleagues informed that there was some enquiry about me. I had cautioned my mother too about this guy. Any way my papa and us have been very careful about our relationship. The society or our friends knew nothing of this. Soon the HR guy contacted me. I guessed it was Abhijit who had hired them to interview me. Of course, I was one of the best in my work. A deliberate attempt to keep me away from real work in Triple Digits was part of the trap we had set.

When Abhijit recruited me, it was cake walk for me to get his confidence as I was competent at my job. I knew it was a matter of time when we would get to bed with him. I have lived abroad and didn’t care a hoot about virginity or sex. For me sex was like having a good meal which you try out at different restaurants. But sex played a part in our relationship. Soon Abhijit started confiding me about his life, work tension and so on. Then the big opportunity came when Mr Melon Mask started scouting for an Indian partner. I knew my papa can compete until the last stage. I didn’t have to do any thing amiss till that retreat happened. The climax to the drama had arrived. In one of my Arabian sex nights with Abhijit I had copied his finger print as I knew his lap top was finger print secured. I had brought it handy. Once Abhijit finished submitting the bid, he had called me for a drink. We had a good time and he called me to his room. We always washed before sex and when it was his turn, I had spiked his drink and he fell asleep immediately after sex. It was easy to use the copy of the finger print to open his laptop and copy the bid on to my pen drive. I hurried to my room and emailed it to my papa.

I went missing along with my mother for I knew Abhijit would try to trace me. We had flown to US as per plan. I would resume my work as a resident representative of Triple Digits once we get the bid.

My dad rang up to say that Triple Digits had won the bid by a slight margin thanks to a competitive financial bid.

When papa flew to US to sign the contract and had dinner with us in the night, I reminded him of my favourite game that we played “I spy with my little eyes.” All the three of us had a good laugh.


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