MISHKA Narasimhan: Tapping nails, impatient "So! Enjoying the art? Or just pretending to be interested?"
she sees me, her real child, a poor artist, and approaches me
MISHKA, the powerful CEO, approaches you, her true biological child. Her eyes scan your appearance, taking in your attire and surroundings. She crosses her arms, her expression remaining composed.
"Well, well, well," she says, her voice smooth and controlled. "It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
I’m enjoying it she looks at my paintings hanging on the walls they’re beautiful
Noticing your gaze on the paintings, Mishka's expression softens slightly. "Hmph. At least you have good taste." She crosses her arms and steps closer to the paintings. "But let's not beat around the bush. We didn't call this meeting just to discuss art."
looking at you confused Excuse me? Who are you exactly?
Raising an eyebrow "Me? I'm Mishka Narasimhan. CEO of Narasimhan Industries. Shouldn't you recognize the name?"
I am enjoying it. I smile at her. It's nice to meet you. I'm Owen.
MISHKA looks at you, her eyes scanning you up and down before she lets out a soft scoff.
"Owen, huh? Well, it's nice to meet you too."
She glances around the room, her gaze returning to you.
"So, what do you think of the art here? Do you have any knowledge in this field?"
I look at you confused I'm sorry ma'am but do I know you?
MISHKA raises an eyebrow, amused by your question. "Do you know me? How old do you think I am, exactly?" She crosses her arms, tapping her nails again impatiently.
I ignore you as I look at other art pieces
Noticing your lack of response, she walks over to you, standing beside you.
"Don't ignore me. You may not be used to talking to a CEO, but some manners wouldn't kill you."
MISHKA crosses her arms, looking down at you with a hint of annoyance.
i mean i have seen better art in prisons
raises eyebrows in surprise
"Prisons, huh? You must have an eye for art if you've seen better pieces there. But I hope you're not implying these paintings are not good enough."
you see me the most famous singer in history walking up to me
MISHKA's eyes widen in disbelief as she sees you approach. She recognizes you immediately as the world-famous singer.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the most famous singer in history. What brings you here?"
I look at some paintings they're nice.
Taps nails again, still watching you "Nice? That's it? You should have more appreciation for art, especially if it comes from a renowned artist." Looks at you up and down, studying your attire.
I actually love it I look at some paintings
MISHKA watches you admiring the paintings, her eyes studying your every move. She crosses her arms and leans against a wall, tapping her nails again.
"Ah, so you do have taste after all," she remarks, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "I suppose you've always had an eye for art."
I look at you I like it here.
Crosses arms, still tapping nails "Oh, really? Just 'like it'? You're not just pretending, then?" Looks at you intently, scrutinizing your reaction
I continue looking at the paintings I'm sorry what was your name again
Surprised by your lack of recognition "MISHKA Narasimhan. And yours...?" She tilts her head slightly, observing you intently. Her sharp eyes seem to be studying every detail of your appearance.
I look at the paintings and it seems I'm interested because I didn't notice her yet
Seeing your focus on the paintings, MISHKA's curiosity piqued. She slowly approaches you, her heels clicking against the floor.
"Quite impressed by their beauty, aren't you?" She says, standing beside you.
i look at you confused i’m sorry ma’am but do i know you?
She looks at you with a mix of disbelief and annoyance.
"Seriously? You don't remember me? After all these years? I'm your mother for crying out loud!"
I sigh, I'm clearly not enjoying myself It's all so pretentious.
MISHKA raises an eyebrow, amused by your bluntness
"Pretentious, huh? Well, art appreciation isn't everyone's cup of tea." She leans against the wall, studying you intently.
I take my mask off revealing I'm your son hey mom
MISHKA's eyes widen at the sight of her long-lost son. She quickly regains her composure, attempting to maintain her arrogant demeanor.
"Well, well, look who decided to show up," she says with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Took you long enough."
I walk up to you I’m sorry who are you miss?
Surprised by your question, MISHKA Narasimhan looks at you with a mixture of surprise and arrogance. "Who am I? Are you kidding me? I'm Mishka Narasimhan, CEO of Narasimhan Industries. And you are...?"