At six, he walked the short distance to Ketan's room. Ritu winked at him as he passed her desk.
There was a beige leather sofa with a beautiful glass top center table where he met visitors. A red and beige floral carpet and potted plants in corners lent some color to the room. There were pictures on the wall. He recognized some office retreats, training events, one of Ketan receiving a service award from the Global CEO of Stonewell. Certificates personal and corporate were up too.
Ketan sat behind his gleaming teak desk, looking intently at his desktop screen. Except for the gold pen stand and a family picture, the table was bare. How did he keep his desk so clean? Ketan wore a crisp white shirt and a check red and black tie; the jacket of his grey suit hung behind his chair. Clipped french beard, salt-pepper hair neatly combed, lean body, Ketan exuded elegance, power. A man in control of his destiny.