Her father definitely taught her well - Alisha Mehta was a woman who wasn't going to bend down for anyone. She was a force to be reckoned with, her tongue used to the expensive taste of success at a very young age. Many thought that she did not deserve to continue her father's legacy but her sharp wit and love for a good challenge almost always proved them wrong. The same people who doubted her now worshipped the ground she walked on.
In her office, just as her dusky skin glowed in the crystal sunlight sweeping in through the glass windows, Ezekiel could see she was raised to be sophisticated in all situations. The slim watch around her wrist, the crispness of her minimalistic black and white outfit and the elegance of her posture - an image that promised power with an undertone of danger.
"Drinks?" She asked, settling down in a chair in front of them when they shook their head in negative.
