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------ Company ' Ni ' loved order. Silence. Pretending ethics were a process , not a choice. They did not fear corruption. They feared discomfort . At the top sat MD 'I' . Polished, untouchable. By day he preached discipline, culture, and values. By night… well, night didn’t matter. Results were fine, and headquarters were far away. In Company ' Ni ', private rot was forgiven as long as public posture stayed clean. Then there was GM 'D' . 'D' believed that honesty earns respe

The first time they spoke, it was not meant to matter. She was standing inside her boss’s room, file tucked under her arm, half-listening as schedules and targets were discussed. He walked in a moment later: unannounced, confident enough not to knock, familiar enough to belong there. She noticed him the way one notices details automatically. Salt-and-pepper hair. Neatly trimmed. A face that suggested experience rather than urgency. Before she could stop herself, the thought s

She noticed him the way one notices a quiet change in the weather: subtle, undeniable, impossible to ignore once felt. It began with nothing dramatic. A shared meeting room. A passing glance while waiting for the coffee machine to finish its slow, irritated gurgle. His voice - steady, unhurried—cutting through the noise of the office floor as he explained something to a client. She told herself it was curiosity. Professional admiration. Nothing more. But curiosity does not li