Ramprasadji, with a serene expression, approached the manager’s cabin once more. This time, Damodar couldn’t dismiss him so easily. Aryan Mehta’s reputation preceded him, and Damodar’s arrogance quickly melted into anxiety. “Please, come inside,” he gestured nervously, opening the door wide.

Inside the cabin, Aryan wasted no time. “Mr. Damodar,” he began, placing the old envelope on the desk with deliberate care, “I am here to address the mistreatment of my client, Mr. Ramprasadji, a respected individual who should have been treated with dignity and respect.”

Damodar swallowed hard, his earlier overconfidence crumbling as Aryan continued. “This envelope,” Aryan said, tapping it lightly, “contains documents that are quite significant. Yesterday, you dismissed Mr. Ramprasadji without even considering what he was here to discuss.”