PROVING INNOCENCE: 2. Contemplation

When the presentation was over, Suchit noticed a smile build across his boss' face. As the clients were leaving the conference room, they seemed positive about the deal which gave Suchit a sense of satisfaction. After all, he pulled it well in spite of the situation he was in.
'You did a good job for a debutant. I'm proud of you. Keep it up' said his boss while leaving the room.
'Sir, if you don't mind... I'd like to take leave for the rest of the day. I need to attend to an emergency'. Suchit had little hope.
'That's alright Suchit. I guess you need it. You look too exhausted as well. See you tomorrow'. He said and patted on his back. He was a good man, his boss.
Ajith Grewal was a soft person for a boss. He knew what his team mates are capable of, and did exactly that. Every team member was valuable to him, he would guide them and provide them with good inspiration. He bore a small personality with a strong voice that didn't suit him. He was forty and yet unmarried. One would wonder why, since he was successful and yet down to earth. Today, Suchit had to thank him. He had probably sensed the anxiety in Suchit in the morning when he was getting ready for the presentation.

Suchit went to his cabin and picked up the papers that he had left there before the meeting. In a hurry, he went to catch the elevator. He didn't have much time to get the answers. But it was important. He needed to know.
As the elevator descended from the tenth floor, Suchit thought of his father, Hari Subramanyam. People usually say that sons bond more with their mothers but it wasn't so in his case. His father was his favourite. From feeding to playing to putting him to sleep, his father had done everything for him as a child. His father had handled all his teenage tantrums and taught him how to be a man. Suchit's mother loved him too, but always failed to understand him the way mothers do. She would not know one thing going on in his life. On the other hand, as soon as he came back from work, father would sit with Suchit for almost an hour discussing life. He had taught him how to take the right decisions, he taught him about taxes, bank accounts, business, career choices, and sometimes even cooking. His father was a businessman plus his only role model. This was until Suchit reached his third year of engineering, when he saw his father on national television. Yes, one should have been happy to find his father on television, but in this case, not so. This was majorly because he appeared in television for all bad reasons. The headlines that read 'Businessman accused of fraud' shamed not just his father, but with the police becoming regular guests of his house, the whole family was disgraced. His mother lost her health, spent days in depression as his father spent time in jail. Suchit, back in hostel, also faced difficulties with his staff who looked at him with either pity or suspicion. The one person whom he considered as the most honest and ethical turned out to a person his employees would curse for being a traitor. The business which brought millions went into huge losses that it had to be shut down. There were no hopes for his family, as it seemed. He brought his mom to the city he lived in as he didn't want her to stay alone in Hyderabad. He rented out a flat in Chennai so he and mom could stay together.
Later that year, his father was bailed but Suchit and mother didn't wish to see him again. This must have made the man depressed enough to commit suicide that month.

But today, he might have found something that indicated his father's innocence after all. He read out the address mentioned on the paper.

He got out of the elevator, stepped outside the building and walked to the parking lot. As he unlocked his car and got inside, he read aloud the address mentioned on the paper.
7-3-45, Brigade Towers
Road no. 4, Begumpet
Hyderabad