I am just painting a picture of Ms Bakshi for you so that you know her motives behind this ruse.” “I am not going to tarnish a girl’s character by pointing fingers. This conversation was going around in circles. “Then what are you implying? Whom did she sleep with?” I asked in frustration. “Did I say that it was me that she was sleeping with?” Do you have any proof that she was the one soliciting your company?” “So, you are telling me that she offered to sleep with you. Sleeping with someone on the board is not something I can rule out of her accomplishments.” The man said. She can go to any extent to secure her position in the company. She cares more about her job than anything else. “Ms Bakshi is a very hard-working employee. “Can you tell me your version of the events at least?” I asked, trying to bring back some relevance into the conversation. It is necessary for its survival.” Said the man, with a calm expression on his face, an expression I was growing weary of. “Have you seen a spider spinning its web? It goes up and down and then again up. Your goodwill is important for your company. “You are a married man with a teenage son. It is those paparazzi that is feeding her ego.” The man said after a pause. It was not something prominent but when you have been staring at his face for as long as I have, to elicit a response, then it becomes noticeable. She doesn’t know what she is getting herself into,” replied the middle-aged man with a scar across his left eyebrow.

If I am to represent you, I need more than your words against her.” “Do you have any proof of it? I need to prove that this lady, Ms Bakshi, is making up these accusations against you, just for some personal gain. The man speaking these words was my client, the one I was defending in a case of sexual assault against his employee. The words startled me as I heard them being uttered with such a level of composure.

It was a ruse