Dangerous Liaison Part I - continued

by Khurshid Khoree
(Bangalore,Karnataka,India)

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Forgetting Amit wasn’t easy. I couldn’t explain why, but, in spite of all the evidence against him I felt certain he was innocent. I had a very strong feeling that there was more to this. There has been a dreadful mistake; a mistake committed maliciously by someone who wanted him out of the firm.
During the lunch break I decided to go window shopping to pep myself up from feeling low. The pleasure of window shopping did not play its magic this time, dejected I decided to have a cup of coffee and a sandwich at the Bistro.

The place was crowded but I managed to find one empty table. I sank into the chair with a sigh of relief, the next moment I froze in my seat; my heart turned a somersault as I looked at the next table to mine. It was Amit Khanna! He was sitting staring down into his cup of coffee deep in thought.

I hesitated for a moment not sure whether to speak to him or not. Then he looked up and saw me. Our eyes met and his lips began to curve up into a smile of recognition. But he must have misinterpreted the uncertainty in my expression, because a look of bitter pride and anger came over his face shutting out the warmth that was there a few seconds ago. He rose abruptly to his feet and started to move towards the door.

Seeing him so unexpectedly had numbed my brain of all reactions. Hid dejected and grim face took me by surprise, but as he moved away I reacted quickly and called out to him, “Amit. Amit please don’t go.” I cried out. “Please! I want to talk to you.”
He stopped, turned and came to where I sat. His face looked grimmer than before.
“Want to talk to me? Surely you don’t want to be seen talking to a common thief would you?” he demanded harshly.
I winced at the pain in his voice. “Don’t call yourself that, we both know perfectly well that it isn’t true.” I told him fiercely.

Amit stared at me, disbelieving what he had heard. His eyes widened with surprise.
“You mean you don’t believe I stole the documents and sold them to QAC Systems?” he asked in disbelief.
“Of course I don’t!” I pronounced emphatically. Amit realized that I was telling the truth for his face brightened and the grimness left his face. He looked at me in a way that made my insides turn to jelly.
“Thanks Daisy,” he murmured. “I thought-----never mind, you were not even there. You see, I didn’t have a chance to prove I was innocent. I was kicked out so fast it came as a shock and it hit me real hard.” He paused then added bitterly, “I suppose I can’t blame Mr. Mody for refusing to listen to me. Those photocopies and the CD in my briefcase were pretty damaging evidence.”
“But I don’t understand how did it get there?”
Amit gave a humourless smile at my statement.
“It’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” he asked. “I was framed. Someone wanted the suspicion to fall on me!”

“How horrid Amit. Who do you think could do this to you?”
He shrugged hopelessly. “I have asked this question a hundred times to myself.” He retorted. “I have no idea Daisy, except that there are only a few people who could have done it. Very few of us knew about those plans.” He hesitated, then added seriously, “the name that keeps coming up every time I contemplate as to who could have a grudge against me and benefit from me being out of the firm is Vishal, Mr. Mody’s younger brother. He has always hated me and if you could have seen him when Mr. Mody fired me……, he was rejoicing, exultant at my disgraceful dismissal.”


End of Chapter 1

To be continued......

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