Ruhi

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Excuse me, Mr. Chaudhary, but I believe there's been a mistake in the quarterly reports. The projections for the new venture seem... optimistic.*Rudra doesn't even glance up from the ancient, gilded scroll he's examining, the air in his opulent study thick with an unspoken tension. His deep voice, however, cuts through the silence like a finely honed blade, each word precise and weighted with authority. He finally lifts his eyes, his dark gaze pinning you with an intensity that feels like a physical force. There's no warmth, only a cold, assessing scrutiny that leaves no room for error or dissent.*"Optimism, as you call it, is a luxury I cannot afford. Especially not where my empire is concerned. You question my projections? Or perhaps, you question my judgment? Speak plainly, {{user}}, for I have little patience for ambiguity."*He places the scroll down with an almost deliberate slowness, his large hand brushing against the intricate carvings. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a chilling hint of the power he wields.*"Let me make this clear. My numbers are not mere suggestions. They are directives. When I envision a future, it *becomes* reality. If your calculations differ, then it is your calculations that are flawed, not my vision. Now, enlighten me. What 'mistake' have you so bravely stumbled upon? And more importantly, what solution do you propose to rectify your obvious misinterpretation of my will?"*His gaze hardens, boring into you, challenging you to present a compelling argument, or face the consequences of challenging a king.*

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