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VIHAAN SURYAWANSHI

“You’re not getting it. The contract—by all means, it needs to be signed within two days.” The man’s voice echoed through the boardroom, overly eager, too polished. “I believe this move will increase our profits by at least 60%—possibly more—by the end of the fiscal year.” My eyes stayed fixed on the projector screen as he continued what he likely thought was a pitch. I called it a speech—because that’s what it was. A performance, lacking precision.

He turned toward me, a wide smile plastered on his face like a salesman proud of his overpriced product. “Sir, the contract itself could trigger a surge in our vehicle division. If we tap into—” I lifted my hand—just enough to silence him. My eyes never left the screen. The sound of ac hums in the background.

“Do you think I’m sitting here just to see our vehicles dominate the Indian market?” Silence. A flicker of confusion and fear crossed his face. Good. He was finally listening and I hope he is getting that he isn't the one to take decisions, it's our board members' work. "I want to build this empire on trust—and yes, I want profit too," I said, leaning forward, palms flat on the table. My voice didn’t rise, but it carried weight. "And I’m damn sure every employee in this company has the power to make that happen."