Neerav straightened, startled. "What? You mean he took your mobile?"
The girl instantly denied it. "No… I mean, I know him, but he's not the one who took my phone."
Rohit raised an eyebrow. Now he remembered her — the reporter from the subway incident. Sharp mouth, questionable judgment and a body that definitely turned heads. Looking at her ID, he got the name and post: Priya Dasgupta, junior reporter.
Neerav's patience thinned with embarrassment. He pressed his bell twice and yelled, "Rathee, take her out and file her complaint."
Priya stood her ground. "No, I am not leaving without getting my phone."
Neerav pointed his baton. "Madam, I just said that he will take your complaint. Please comply or I will be forced to take action. Your reporter license won't save you."
She folded her hands and stormed off with a huff.
Neerav also added, "Also send two samosas and a tea."
Then he looked at Rohit and asked if he too needed some, but Rohit denied.
Neerav leaned back, waiting.
