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to hold his peace.
    The client shook hands with the entire team and left the conference room along with Fatty. Everyone came in a huddle to congratulate Sameer.
    ‘When should we come to your office?’ Fatty enquired of the client as they moved closer to the office main door.
    ‘For what?’ The client replied, looking confused.
    ‘Oh god, yahan bhulvane kee nahin rakkhi,’ Fatty murmured.
    The client just kept staring at Fatty.
    ‘For signing the contract, sir,’ Fatty clarified while keeping his fingers crossed.
    The client looked around and saw Sameer’s smiling face through the glass door of conference room.
    ‘4pm tomorrow, and please bring Sameer along. I would like to introduce him to my team,’ the client requested; rather instructed.
    ‘Sure, sir,’ Fatty replied, struggling to suppress his happiness.
    After dropping the client to the door, Fatty walked back to the conference room.
    ‘Sameer, dil toh kar raha tha apne hathon se tumhara gala daba dun,’ Fatty announced as he entered the room.
    Sameer gave him his trademark ‘What the fuck?’look.
    ‘But with the same very hands, I congratulate you on this huge success.’
    ‘Thanks sir, lekin maine agle do din mein jo do murge faasne they unka kya?’ he enquired even though he knew the answer.
    ‘Don’t worry about them; I think Jimmy can handle them, right Jimmy?’ Boss said, pointing at Jimmy.
    ‘Piece of cake sir, piece of cake,’ Jimmy assured.
    Sameer wondered if he was the same Jimmy who’d left numerous frantic messages on his voicemail in the morning.
    ‘Sameer, here is a surprise for you,’ Fatty continued.
    Everyone paused, their ears and eyes glued to the boss.
    ‘I hereby promote you to the position of Creative Head of this agency.’
    Sameer was flabbergasted, staring speechless at his boss.
    ‘Aren’t you happy?’ Fatty asked, puzzled.
    ‘No, sir.’
    ‘What?’ Fatty almost fainted with shock.
    ‘No, sir, I mean, yes sir, thank you, sir,’ Sameer was still a stuttering fool.
    Everyone broke into loud applause, congratulating Sameer on yet another accomplishment.
    ‘But sir, everyone here has worked passionately for this project,’ Sameer said, fulfilling his team-member obligations.
    ‘Don’t worry, the entire team will get 50% bonus in this quarter,’ Fatty said excitedly without wasting a second.
    This announcement brought huge smiles on everyone’s face and they all screamed in unison ‘Sameer, Party……Party……Party’

    Loud Bollywood remix music created an energetic atmosphere at a much talked about discotheque at Worli, which had more than 500 guests present at 10:30pm (too early for a nightclub). It was an absolutely charged, throbbing nightclub, with one of the city’s largest dance floors.
    Each night they would play a crazy selection of music, especially live mixes by famous DJs through a powerful PA system. Today it was the turn of Bollywood remixed with regional songs. The DJ was doing an exceptional job at remixing, triggering everyone to hit the dance floor.
    On the other side of the dance floor, bartenders were busy mixing deadly concoctions. One of them was showing his juggling skills with four fire bottles. I bet many of the agency staff were ready to trade their corporate jobs with the juggler as he was getting more girl attention than any other hunk in the nightclub.
    For them the party started with a bang as the DJ agreed to play their favourite number and it took them merely 10 seconds to hit the dance floor. After dancing, just for his colleagues’ sake, Sameer decided to crash on the couch with another Amstel Light beer. It was fun to watch his male colleagues hitting on girls shamelessly. No different was the story with his female colleagues as they were able to easily extract free drinks from desperate men seeking ‘benefits’ in return.
    After a while, many of his colleagues asked him to join them on the dance floor but he refused, firm as a rock.
    ‘This guy is quite