Taylor Smith's proposal

Anamika arrived at the hotel where she was supposed to meet Taylor. The man was sitting quietly in the hotel’s bar lounge, with two mugs and pot of whatever liquid was inside.

A waiter walked Anamika to him before leaving them alone.

“Mika, you look gorgeous. How is your mother doing?”

“What do you want with me this time?” she ignored his hypocritical pleasantry and went straight to the point.

“You don’t expect me to speak with you standing over me like that. Have a seat.” He gestured to the sofa in front of him.

“I’m not here to sit.” She replied curtly.

“Alright. But you can’t say I didn’t offer you a seat.” He poured himself a cup of black coffee and started sipping it languidly. “Join me,” he added as if he didn’t know she hates black coffee.

“Why did you call me here? I have other things I’d like to attend to.”

“Well, you’ll have to excuse me. I have no intention of getting down to business so soon.” He smiled before he continued sipping his coffee gently and quietly.

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