One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

‘I could make some calls,’ Jon said. ‘See if they can accommodate.’
Jon was being modest; a partner of his stature calling the Hong Kong office meant they would
oblige him in a second.
‘I know nothing about Hong Kong.’
‘Lots of Chinese people,’ Jon said. ‘Seems like a fun place from what I have seen during my
travels.’
‘I already submitted my resignation. I sent you an email.’
‘I have already deleted it,’ Jon said, clicking a button on his computer mouse.
Both of us smiled.
‘Thank you, Jon. Thank you so much.’
‘I will call Neel. He is the partner there. You know him?’ Jon said.
‘Not much. He did a session during associate training, right?’
‘Smart guy. I will talk to him. How soon can you move?’
‘When is the next flight?’