Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom-Chapter 314 : TQ "@Cesar_Montemayor" for the Massage Chair

Note: Thank You @Cesar_Montemayor for the Massage Chair. Thank you so much for gifting.

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The room seemed to hold its breath in the wake of their shared moment, the unspoken emotions lingering between Das and Ira. After a brief silence that felt both charged and pregnant with anticipation, Das's movements broke the stillness. He extended his other hand and tapped the calling bell on the table, the sound ringing out like a prelude to a new chapter.

"Ding dong ding..."

The soft chime of the bell resonated in the room, carrying an air of both authority and action. The sound lingered for a moment, a musical interlude that seemed to echo the changes taking place in the space.

Before the last note faded, the secretary entered the room with a hurried yet respectful demeanour. Her voice was cautious as she addressed him, "Boss..."

Das's gaze remained focused and unwavering, his eyes locked onto Ira's for a fleeting moment before he turned his attention to the secretary. His voice was composed and measured as he issued his command, a serious tone underscoring his words, "Call the old man inside."

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The secretary nodded in understanding, her steps echoing her urgency as she turned to leave the room to fetch the middle-aged man who had accompanied Ira. The atmosphere had shifted, the gravity of the situation palpable as everyone involved awaited the meeting that was about to take place.

Ira watched as the secretary left, her heart racing with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. She knew that this meeting could potentially unravel the carefully constructed walls she had put up, exposing the complexities of her life that she had tried so hard to keep hidden.

The tension in the room seemed to intensify as the middle-aged man, Ira's father-in-law, entered with a palpable sense of excitement. His hurried steps mirrored his anticipation, and his eyes flickered between Das and Ira, taking note of the unusual proximity between them.

A subtle discomfort flitted across his features, a hint of unease at the sight of his daughter-in-law sitting close to Das, their knees almost touching. However, he chose to restrain his thoughts, realizing the significance of the situation.

Maintaining a composed exterior, the middle-aged man stood respectfully before Das, his posture reflecting both deference and the weight of the circumstances. His voice was calm yet tinged with eagerness as he addressed Das, "Sir, you called me."

Das, momentarily lost in observing Ira's expressions, shifted his attention as the middle-aged man spoke. He refocused his gaze on the new arrival, his crimson red eyes meeting the man's with a measure of seriousness.

The air in the room shifted as Das's words cut through the charged silence. His voice held a serious undertone, his gaze unwavering as he addressed both Ira's father-in-law and Ira herself. The middle-aged man listened intently, his anticipation mirrored by his attentive posture.

As Das spoke, the implications of his words began to unravel, setting the stage for a new direction in their collaboration.

"I like this project," Das began, his tone steady and thoughtful. "But I need some changes to it."

Ira's heart quickened as the weight of Das's expectations settled upon her. She listened carefully, her mind racing to comprehend the changes he was suggesting.

"First," Das continued, his voice firm, "increase the quantity targets. We're aiming higher."

The middle-aged man nodded in agreement, his expression determined. "Understood."

"Second," Das went on, his words carrying a sense of determination, "add more designs, especially premium clothing."

The implications of this request registered with Ira, the challenge of creating more intricate and luxurious designs taking shape in her mind.

"Third," Das stated, his voice carrying a note of resolve, "double the capital investment."

"I will also reduce my profits to 60:40 instead of 70:30," Das continued, his voice emphasising his expectations, "if this lady puts good effort into designing the project next time."

Ira's face displayed a complex array of emotions - surprise, uncertainty, and a growing sense of dilemma. Ira did not understand what Das is planning.

Das's words held a finality, his directives laid out clearly. "I already gave her my number. Next time, send her with the project."

Ira's mind raced as she processed the extent of the changes Das was proposing. The room seemed to close in around her as the reality of the situation dawned.

She met Das's gaze, her expression a mixture of uncertainty and resolve. In his eyes, she could sense that Das is definitely plotting a future encounter with her.

And as Das's final words echoed, Ira found herself caught in a dilemma of uncertainty and ambiguity. Read the latest on novelbuddy

Laughter rang through the room, a surprising note of relief and gratitude amidst the tension that had filled the air. The middle-aged man's genuine appreciation was palpable, his excitement uncontainable as he addressed Das.

"Hahaha... Thank you so much. I never expected this to go so smoothly," he exclaimed, his tone carrying a mix of surprise and elation. He extended his gratitude towards Das for accepting the collaboration, his excitement spilling over into his words.

As the father-in-law's joy radiated, his focus shifted to Ira. The shift in his tone was perceptible as he addressed her with authority, "Ira, why are you still sitting? Thank the young master for his grace."

The expression on Ira's face was a blend of surprise and a hint of discomfort. She hadn't expected her father-in-law to address her so directly, and she found herself momentarily caught off guard by his words.

The middle-aged man's words were a reminder of the dynamics between them, the role Ira played in their business interactions. He recognised her ability to captivate and engage, to create an impression that left a lasting impact. Yet, in his excitement and focus on the business, he seemed unaware of the deeper complexities that lay beneath the surface.

For Ira, the moment held a bittersweet quality. She understood the weight of her father-in-law's words, the expectation he had of her in this collaboration. But there was more to her story, a personal journey she was navigating alongside the business aspirations.

As her father-in-law praised her, Ira mustered a smile and met Das's gaze briefly. The unspoken understanding between them remained, a thread of connection that had been woven throughout their meeting.

Even though the middle aged man understood that Das accepted this project all because of Ira's presence. He is more concerned about his business than his daughter in law.

Actually he never allowed Ira to directly involve in business transaction. But he will always take her to big business proposals as Ira has charm to attract the people. but what this middle aged father in law don't know is, her daughter in law is going to liberate soon

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Note: I know that story got a bit slowed. My lady editor is describing everything in detail. That is why small scenes are taking more space. Soon, i will speed up the story as i'm also busy in writing a war sequence.

Your's lovingly,

PeterPan :-)