The story begins with an 18-year-old boy walking through the massive corridors of a motor files company. His steps are steady but unaware, almost careless. Suddenly, he collides with an older man, probably in his early fifties. The impact is strong enough that the old man loses his balance and falls to the ground. His briefcase slips from his hand, scattering papers across the polished floor.
The old man's face turns red with fury. Struggling to get up, he shouts, his voice echoing through the hall,
"Can't you see? Do you not even know how to walk properly? God knows how people like you even end up in this company!"
Everyone nearby turns their heads, surprised by the commotion. But the boy doesn't respond. He doesn't even apologize. Instead, he looks straight at the old man's shirt pocket, where a small name badge is pinned. The name reads Robert.
The boy's eyes narrow, and suddenly he raises his voice so loud that it startles everyone.
"Pandey ji!"
The sound of his commanding tone makes people look at each other in confusion. A few employees leave their desks and rush closer. Among them is a man in his mid-forties. He runs toward the boy, slightly out of breath, but with a respectful smile on his face.
"Sir, you've arrived!" he says warmly.
Robert blinks in shock. Did he just call this boy… sir? His mind races. How could an 18-year-old be addressed with such respect in this company?
The boy doesn't waste a second. His voice is sharp, cold, and heavy with authority.
"Send Mr. Robert to my office immediately."
"Yes, sir," Pandey ji nods quickly, as if the order left no room for hesitation. He rushes off, while the crowd of employees begins whispering among themselves.
"Who is this boy?"
"Why is Pandey ji treating him like a boss?"
"I've never seen him here before."
The boy turns and begins walking away without glancing back. His posture is straight, his presence heavy, making the silence in the hallway even more uncomfortable. Pandey ji hurries after him.
"Sir, wait! I'll take you to your office. It's this way, sir, come with me."
The boy gives a brief nod and follows. Soon, they arrive at a large office room, freshly prepared. The boy sits down on the leather chair behind the desk. His eyes are sharp as he looks at Pandey ji.
"Call Mr. Robert to my office. Now."
"Yes, sir."
Pandey ji runs out and finds Robert, who is still standing with a frown, trying to make sense of what just happened.
"Mr. Robert," Pandey ji says politely, "Sir has called you to the office."
Robert feels anger rising in his chest but controls it. Without replying, he walks to the office. As soon as he enters — he hasn't even taken more than four steps inside — the boy's voice booms.
"Mr. Robert, it would be better for you if you knock and ask permission before entering."
Robert freezes, insult written all over his face. He clenches his fists but restrains himself. He steps back outside, knocks stiffly, and says,
"May I come in?"
The boy replies coldly, without even looking up from the desk,
"You may enter."
Robert comes in, trying to maintain dignity. He takes a seat, hoping to at least salvage some pride. But the boy immediately snaps.
"Who gave you permission to sit?"
Robert's patience cracks. His voice rises, his words laced with rage.
"What? Do I need your permission even to sit down? I am not your servant to ask before entering or sitting! Do you have no manners at all?"
The boy slams his palm down on the desk with a thunderous sound. The air in the room seems to freeze.
"Mr. Robert! Stay within your limits and SIT QUIETLY!"
Robert looks into the boy's fiery eyes. For the first time in years, fear creeps into him. He slowly lowers himself onto the chair, his anger swallowed by silence.
The boy leans forward, his voice calm but still carrying the same intimidating weight.
"Mr. Robert, you have served this company for many years. You have contributed much. You have been a good employee… But from today, you no longer need to come here. Your services are no longer required. Thank you for your time, but you are dismissed. You will receive your leaving notice shortly."
Robert feels the ground slipping from under him. His lips part, but no words come out. A career he had built for decades crumbles in just a few minutes. Without saying anything, his head heavy, he turns and walks out of the office.
The boy presses the intercom.
"Pandey ji, come in."
Pandey ji enters quickly.
"Schedule a meeting exactly 30 minutes from now. Every single employee must be present in the meeting hall. And make sure no one is late."
"Yes, sir," Pandey ji replies and rushes out.
Soon, the word spreads like wildfire. Every corner of the company buzzes with rumors.
"Who is this new boy?"
"Why did he dismiss Robert so suddenly?"
"Is he related to the owners?"
Thirty minutes later, the meeting hall is packed. Employees whisper nervously, some curious, some anxious. The clock ticks to the exact second. Suddenly, the large doors swing open.
A young man walks in. He is dressed in a flawless white coat suit, a black shirt underneath, and a golden luxury watch glinting on his wrist. His tall frame — 6'2" — commands attention. His light brown hair is styled upward, strands falling naturally to the sides, giving him an effortlessly sharp look. His stride is confident, almost regal, like a model walking down a runway. His presence alone makes the entire hall fall silent.
He walks straight to the head chair and sits down. His eyes scan the room before he speaks.
"Hello, everyone. My name is Sam, and I am your company's new boss."
The hall erupts into whispers and gasps.
"Who is he?"
"Where is Mr. Khanna?"
"Could he be Mr. Khanna's son?"
"No way, Mr. Khanna isn't even married."
Sam slams his hand on the table, his voice echoing like thunder.
"Silence!"
Everyone freezes. Sam takes a deep breath, regains his composure, and then says firmly,
"I will allow three questions. Ask what you want."
An eager employee stands, his voice shaking with both fear and curiosity.
"Sir, what is your name and who exactly are you?"
Sam looks at him coldly.
"I already told you. My name is Sam, and I am your new boss."
Another employee rises, hesitating.
"Sir… are you perhaps Mr. Khanna's son?"
At this, Sam's eyes blaze with fury. His voice rises.
"I am NOT Mr. Khanna's son! He isn't even married, so how can I be his son? That's enough questions for today. Get back to work!"
He pushes back his chair and storms out of the room, his anger filling the silence he leaves behind.
To be continued…
What will happen next? Why did Sam react so strongly when he heard Mr. Khanna's name? Who exactly is Mr. Khanna, and what secret connects him to Sam?