We silently watched her go as her words sunk into us. Then we pulled our chairs closer and got into a huddle.
"Did she mean what I think she meant?"
"Is she really going to f*ck all of us?"
"Is that even possible? "
I said, "Yes, she did say she will and I think she means it. But of course, we have to make our targets which looks pretty impossible at this point. So, before you get your dicks too hard, get it in your heads that it may never happen"
"But", Bhuvan (another teammate) "If we accept and make it happen, it will be heaven. A woman like that with us for two whole days, we'll make sure she can't put her legs together for a month. And we'll be legends!"
I interjected before he could go further, "Woah woah you idiot. Stop right there. We won't be legends because no one will ever know about this. We can never ever talk about this to anyone. This will remain only between the team and her. And she was very clear that if it ever gets leaked, no matter how, our lives are over."
Dhruv asked, "Do you think she can make that happen?"
I replied, "Bro, that woman had the balls to stand in front of the whole team and say that she would take in the whole team. So, if she says she will end our lives if we even breathe about this to anyone, I believe her"
Sagar and some of the others now turned to me. "What do you think Das? What should we do?"
I had been thinking about this too the whole time. The thing is I was sitting the closest to her. While the rest of the team had been pretty much bowled over by her presence and was busy blabbing their hearts out to her, I had pretty much kept my mouth shut and studied her. And from what she had said to me and how she had said it turned me on and scared me at the same time. The scent of her breath as she had leaned in (a mix of peppermint and alcohol) had been intoxicating and still lingered in my mind.
But somewhere I felt that something was wrong. It was an intuition, a whisper in the depths of my mind, which was telling me that all was not as it seemed. This was no mere frivolous indulgence; it was a scene that clashed sharply with the persona of the woman I thought I knew. She exuded an aura of sophisticated control and intelligence, qualities that clashed with the depraved abandon of a gangbang. She had something else on her mind and it did not involve this. The way she had conducted herself thus far betrayed a calculated precision; a web of manipulation that hinted at a mind far more complex than any of us could comprehend. Each move she made, every subtle gesture and charming smile, served to propel her agenda forward and spoke of a woman who was at least three steps ahead of us. But I kept my thoughts to myself.
It was a very complex and risky game that she had started. I was intrigued by this game and wanted to see where it went.
I chuckled inwardly at the situation. With a casual shrug, I said, "Guys, let's just go for it. As long as we play our cards right and keep our traps shut, we've got nothing to lose."
Rupam, ever the pragmatist, piped up, "Sure, but what about our bosses, bro? We may want to hit those lofty targets, but they're not exactly going to roll out the red carpet for us."
I waved a dismissive hand. "We'll ask Her Majesty herself tomorrow. Accept the challenge, then probe for the next maneuver. But for now, let's settle the tab and get the f*ck out of here. My brain is fried"
A palpable silence hung in the air as Sagar, Rupam, and the others exchanged furtive glances. Sagar said "Das, we can't all go into her cabin. One of us needs to go as the, uh, team spokesperson"
Like an idiot, I said, "Okay, then let's put it to a vote"
Barely had the words left my lips when the entire team – a motley crew of spineless cowards, every last one of them – responded in perfect unison: "Das, you go."
I glared at them. The irony was not lost on me. Here we were, a band of supposedly fearless corporate warriors, quailing at the mere prospect of facing our enigmatic leader. Yet, in their cowardice, they had inadvertently bestowed upon me a singular honor – to be the sacrificial lamb, the unwitting emissary to tread into the sociopath's den and bear witness to Anjali's next step in her grand plan.
Sagar slapped me on the back and said, "Its decided then. You can do it bro. Remember you have a bench PR of 200kg"
"I don't understand how that has anything to do with this situation" I yelled, "Screw you all you b*st*rds"
A ripple of nervous laughter spread around the table, betraying our shared trepidation at the unknown that lay ahead.
But I knew I was defeated and would have to do it. For better or worse, I had been chosen to lead us into the eye of the storm – and perhaps, just perhaps, to glimpse the true magnitude of Anjali's strategy. The game was just starting.