‘What do you mean wait-listed for business class? I am not coming back like I
did this morning sitting cramped with these Madrasis.’
Apart from me and Anil, everyone in the room was offended. However, since
Anil is the boss, everybody smiled like it was a cute romantic joke.
Anil stood up with his phone. ‘And why do I have a Honda City to pick me up?
Tell them, I am eligible for BMW if they don’t have Mercedes ... yes, of course, I
am.’ He said and hung up the phone.
He let out a huge sigh and rubbed his face. It is a tough life when you have to
fight for basic rights every day.
‘OK, focus, focus,’ he said to himself and everyone in the room straightened
their backs.
‘Sir, as I was saying ...’ Bala started again. Anil had a flight back in four hours.
I guess Bala hoped if he kept presenting, time would run out for Anil to ask tough
questions.
“Bala, you have said a lot,’ Anil said. ‘All I care about is why have you lost
seven big customers in a month. In every other market we have grown.’
All of us studied the floor.
‘Two crore? How can retail customers lose two crore? They come to save their
money in the bank, not lose it,’ Anil said. Such truisms had led him to become
the star in the jargon-filled bank.
‘So, whose big idea was it to sell these ladies net stocks?’ Anil asked.
‘Sir,’ Bala said and looked at me. Everyone turned to me. I had become guilty
by collective gaze.
‘You are?’ Anil asked.
“Krish, sir,’ I said.
‘You are from Chennai?’ Anil said, puzzled at my accent that didn’t match the
rest of the table.
‘No, I’m from Delhi.’
‘Punjabi?’
I nodded.
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