Meeting Yash Sharma

"Where is he?" asked the newcomer, a bit twitched and nervous.

"In the next room. Speak calmly. He is strict, I've heard." said his friend.

With all his nervousness packed in his heart, he knocked at the door. There was an ironic voice that said, "come in."

The friend showed his thumb to tell him the best of luck and the boy entered the room. 

The room was luxurious. A large sofa is set on the right side with a touch of delicacy. The lighting was the thing that struck the boy more than anything. Lastly, there was an office table upon which rested a computer screen. But there was no person to be seen except an old, frail man who was arranging the books in order on the shelf. There was one more door on the extreme left end.

The old man asked," Why are you here boy?"

"I was called here, by Yash Sharma."

"Oh! Are you Master Collin Mark?"

"Yeah!"

"Wait let me call Mr.Yash."

In another moment, there was the same man, now looking stiff and strong with a glow in his face and gleam in his eyes. His dress had changed and his greatcoat was plunging. The main thing was, just as the frail man went, at the same instant, this one came out.

"Are you Mr. Yash?"

"No! Wait! You are passed! Yash sir checked you."

"When?"

"Before this instant. He was there putting books on the shelf."

The boy fainted.