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Third pov:

Toronto, Canada.

The Toronto office of Rudhran Industries was a hive of activity. Housed in one of the tallest skyscrapers downtown, the modern workspace was all glass, steel, and sophistication. The sleek interiors, flooded with natural light, mirrored the company's reputation—sharp, efficient, and elite. Employees moved about, their focus split between their work and the occasional whispers that started spreading down the halls.

The whispers grew louder when the sound of polished leather shoes echoed in the corridor. Rudhran had arrived. He stepped off the private elevator like he owned the world, which, in this case, wasn't far from the truth. At 6'2", Rudhran cut an imposing figure. His perfectly tailored black suit hugged his athletic frame, highlighting broad shoulders and a tapered waist—evidence of countless hours at the gym. His dark, neatly combed hair, sharp jawline framed by a trimmed beard, and piercing eyes.

As he strode through the office, conversations hushed. Female employees couldn't help but steal glances. He didn't stop to acknowledge any of it—Rudhran was a man on a mission. His focus was absolute, his walk purposeful. 

"Good morning, sir," a nervous intern stammered as Rudhran passed by. Without breaking stride, he gave a curt nod, his attention already ahead.

The open office space was bustling with energy. Glass partitions separated different departments, The finance team sat near the far end, where Vishnu's laughter was already audible—clearly cracking some joke to lighten the mood, as always.

Rudhran pushed open the glass doors to his office—the room with floor-to-ceiling windows. A massive oak desk stood at the center, flanked by minimalistic yet elegant furniture.

Rudhran leaned back in his sleek leather chair, His sharp, stoic expression remained unchanged as his assistant, Franklin, entered with a tablet in hand.

"What's the schedule for today?" Rudhran asked in his usual calm, professional tone.

Franklin adjusted his tie before replying, "Sir, the tender results for the Sparkle Project are being announced today."

Rudhran nodded, his expression unreadable, as always.

Moments later, the door opened, and Vishnu strolled in, bringing a stark contrast to Rudhran's demeanor. "Hey, bro! Good morning!" Vishnu greeted with his usual easygoing smile, walking in like he owned the place.

Rudhran rolled his eyes but didn't comment. Vishnu was more than just the head of finance; he was family—his father's younger brother Sathyan's elder son. Though they were the same age, their personalities couldn't have been more different. "Vishnu," his tone neutral yet commanding.

Vishnu plopped onto the chair across from Rudhran, throwing a leg over his knee as he leaned back comfortably. "So, Sparkle Project tender... I have a good feeling about it," he said, rubbing his hands together dramatically.

Rudhran's gaze remained steady. "Feelings don't win tenders," he replied curtly, though his sharp eyes betrayed a flicker of confidence.

Franklin returned moments later, holding a folder. "The results just came in, sir. We secured the Sparkle Project," he announced with a smile.

Vishnu let out a low whistle, grinning ear to ear. "Man, you're a beast, Rudhran. Brad was barking everywhere about how he'd lock this deal, and you snatched it clean without breaking a sweat!"

Rudhran's expression remained stoic, though the faintest glint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes. "He underestimated our strategy," he said simply.

Vishnu chuckled, shaking his head. "Only you can make winning sound boring. Anyway, Priya's been asking me to drag you home for dinner. Tonight works?"