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The room's spacious layout allowed Savita and Rachna to move around comfortably. They could seamlessly transition from one area to another, engaging in conversations while exploring different room corners. The attached bathroom provided convenience and privacy, ensuring their personal needs were met without interruptions.
One side of the room featured a cosy bed, inviting them to sit or lie down while deep in conversation. It was a comfortable spot where they could relax, exchange thoughts, and share their heart desires.
A well-equipped working desk was present, offering them a place to organise their thoughts, discuss important matters, and make plans. It provided a conducive environment for brainstorming,
Navigating Desire and Danger Amid Corporate Intrigue.The city lights of Seattle bled through the Lara’s apartment curtains, turning the bedroom into a muted landscape of amber and charcoal. On the ample-sized bed, Lara was curled against Roberts. They were a single, familiar warmth beneath the heavy duvet, a fortress of two against the corporate storm gathering outside.Lara was awake, her breathing shallow and ragged, a stark contrast to the deep, steady rhythm of Roberts’ sleep. She traced the hard, lean line of his jaw with a trembling finger, the worry lines across her forehead deepening in the dark. Roberts stirred, his hand instinctively tightening on her waist, pulling her closer until her back was pressed flush against his chest, her hair a silken curtain against his face.
A Coup Disguised as a Hospitality Venture.Karen’s eyes widened slightly, though she kept her expression adoring. "So the plane...""The plane is the stage," Rahul scoffed, enjoying the feeling of explaining the complex machinery to her. "Savita lands that 747 in Basti, and she becomes a goddess. She transcends the party. She becomes the woman who brought the American Dream to the village. With Vinod and Rubi amplifying it, she secures the vote bank for the next decade. She won't just be a Minister, Karen. She’ll be a Kingmaker. She could topple the Prime Minister if she wanted to."Karen pulled back slightly, her mind racing.It wasn't a business deal. It was a coup disguised as a hospitality venture.
Seduction as a Form of Corporate Espionage.As Karen came close, her movements were deliberate, his eyes fixed on hers with an intense, captivating hunger. He slid her skirt down her legs, the soft fabric gathering at her ankles. Karen felt an immediate, breathtaking rush of desire coursing through her veins. His hands, warm and firm, began their ascent up her smooth thighs.Finally, he managed to free her from the last constraints of her clothing, revealing her lace panties, already soaked and transparent with her eagerness. He let out a low, husky sound of appreciation. Slowly, sensuously, he pulled down her panties, exposing her fully to his raw, devouring gaze. The sight of her pussy, swollen and wet, glistening with her juices, only fueled his already roaring desire. He lowered his head, positioning h
A Dance of Power and Desire in the Shadows of Deal-Making.The euphoria of the conference room dissipated the moment the heavy oak doors swung shut behind them. The deal was struck—the "Highway Heist" was a go—but as the team dispersed into the labyrinthine corridors of the Seattle resort, the silence that followed the applause felt heavy with unsaid words.Karen walked alone toward the elevators. Her heels sank into the plush carpet, muffling her steps. She was the CEO of Bong, a woman who commanded fleets of engineers and billions in assets, yet she felt a gnawing hollow in her gut. She had sat at that table, watched the interplay between the Indians—the subtle nods, the unspoken currents between Rachna and Savita, the silent language shared by the Bollywood stars—, and she realised she was watching a play where she ha
When Bollywood Glamour Meets Aviation Audacity.The conference room at the Seattle resort was thick with the smell of stale coffee and high-end tension. The team meeting that evening was electric. It was ostensibly a celebratory dinner to mark the nearness of the Bong deal, but the real feast was the new idea.Savita sat at the head of the long table, her presence commanding, even in the casual setting. She was flanked by Vinod and Rubi, whose public endorsement was political gold. They were her secret weapon. While her cabinet secretaries advised her on policy, Vinod and Rubi advised her on perception."A 747 on the highway," Savita murmured, sipping her wine, her eyes distant, calculating. "It is… unconventional."Rahul presented the case with passion, detailing the Arizona visit and the financial viability. "It’s about more than the motel. It’s a statement about our commitment to infrastructure, to sustainable, innovative tourism, and a testament to the future of aviation in India
Power Plays and Ambitious Schemes in the World of Aviation.Rachna’s eyes widened. She began to pace, the silk of her robe rustling. This was how she worked—taking a raw spark and fanning it into a wildfire."Bong has a fleet of retired aircraft they don't know what to do with," she murmured, thinking aloud. "Disposal is a cost centre for them. Environmental regulations make it expensive to scrap them.""Exactly," Rahul said. "Karen mentioned they have twelve 747s slated for decommissioning next year. If we include a clause in the manufacturing deal—we take the scrap off their hands for a nominal fee—we get the inventory for free. We ship them to India, or we set up right there in Arizona. We diversify. Manufacturing is the bread and but






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