She was sitting by the table, managing to look both detached and interested by Aman's animated description of what had happened in the client's meeting. He wondered how quickly she could wrap anyone around her finger and make them feel comfortable. He had once accused her of being articulate. She had just smiled, quite amused at the accusations. But then, he did not know that she saw the sparks fly between them every time they argued and always felt warmed by it,even beneath the cold mask she wore.