He had thought everything would be better once they lived together. But the more Raghav did progress the more he was compared to him.
It's not like he was not good enough, he always topped the class, he had got medals in sports. He was always praised by teachers. But Raghav was just better, he jumped classes, got awards by ministers, his photograph came in newspapers. He was just too talented to be compared.
And his father wanted him to be like Raghav. He had done every effort, but his hard work can't with Raghav's inborn talent.
He came out of his stupor when his colleague called him.
"Rehaan, are you even listening?" he said tapping his shoulders.
"Oh, yes Amit. Tell me what happened?" he said with a smile.
"Oh, the boss has called you in his office." With that, he went out of his office.
Rehaan took a deep breath, and walked towards his father's office with a heavy heart. His footsteps were urgent, as his father didn't like to wait. But He just didn't like to go there,nothing good comes out of it ever.
He knocked on his father's office door, and entered after receiving an affirmation.
"Boss, you called me?" he asked standing in front of the office desk where his father was working.
His office was just like him intimidating, dark colours were used to design the office and all the furniture was of leather. In the background, were the awards and certificates won by their group of hotels and clubs.
The office has a side door, for the restroom and bedroom with an attached kitchen counter. Just like one bhk house. On the left side, there was a floor to ceiling window, where you can see the whole city, from the 30th floor majestic view.
There was a small bar and coffee table, a sofa set near the entrance and an oak table at the side. An office desk in the front with a big comfortable and intimidating leather chair which is nothing less than a throne.
Without looking at him from the documents, and not even offering him a chair to sit even as a manager, yes that's how strict his father was to him. He spoke, "I read your report. You want to give everyone a party and bonus instead of a holiday and you want to use our new club that is near Mayong forest." After reading the whole report. He finally glanced his son and pointed at the seat. he asked then, "what benefit would this change bring?"
"Well sir, as a marketing manager, it will give us free publicity for our new club as many heads would be rich enough to bring their wives if they enjoyed the party.
As Oberoi is a famous name, it will also be covered in page3. Which will give a boost to others to come and enjoy there. And since the party is at night. They will come and work as usual, Which also benefits the company.
And since they spend the whole day here. They would like to spend the night with their family so either few of them don't come or others will bring their family, for which they have to pay.
And it will also leave a good impression on them that we are generous enough to give a party to them at such a luxurious club."
He gave the whole report in one breath as if afraid he wouldn't be able to complete once his father stopped him.
"Well, I think the plan is good but will you be able to manage alone after all the staff is very large?" he asked sceptically.
"Well, I will not be alone Sir. My colleagues and Raghav will be there to help me and if anything happens I can think of new plans also" he replied with confidence.
"Good if everything is planned. Then I accept your proposal. Go and inform all the staff about the changes" replied Vikram Oberoi with a smile
Rehaan smiled at his achievement. He knew that his father was impressed by his idea, now if everything went well, he would definitely be getting a promotion. With that thought, he nodded and went back.
He went back with a smile to Raghav's office. The news was quickly spread and everyone was cheering for tomorrow's new year party, as they will be able to go to a high-end club at Mayong forest.
Mayong club was under the foot of the mountains, covered with lush green forest, and designed with natural vibes. It's interior was done by international award-winning designers and most of the furniture was imported from Italy.
It had all the facilities one could think of, gym, sports courts, sauna, jacuzzi, golf court, inbuilt shops and much more.
They both took half a day leave to reach the club and prepare everything.
"Let's divide the work, I will take care of food, music and decoration. You will manage the budget, sitting arrangement and invitees." said Rehaan cheerfully looking at the vast garden around where golf was played.
He would plan an open garden party here. He smiled thinking of the praise his father would give him later.
Raghav nodded and sat down taking his laptop out. While Rehaan went to the kitchen to talk to chefs, he even called the manager to discuss the decoration layouts available for a garden party.
But his cheery mood was soon disrupted by his cousins Gaurav and Garv.
"Look who is here brother, our cousin and his dog." Said Gaurav with a smirk coming at their direction.
Rehaan's fingers clenched, he hated when someone bad mouthed Raghav as his dog or something degrading just because he worked with him.
It was Oberoi's honour to work with him, otherwise he could work with anyone he wanted. Many companies were trying to poach him after his article on "The economy of developing India."
These fools were just jealous of him, because they couldn't get what he had.