The boardroom was a world apart from the bustling city outside, its polished wooden table and leather chairs casting a serious aura over the room. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as I sat at the head of the table with the selection committee flanking me. We were about to meet the candidates for the VP position. Among them was Ram, whose calm demeanor barely masked a flicker of doubt in his eyes.
I settled into my seat, the weight of my responsibilities heavy on my shoulders. I glanced around at the other candidates, each one eager and ready to make their case. Ram, however, sat with a quiet resolve. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were sharp, scanning the room as if searching for something—or someone.
"Thank you all for coming today," I began, my voice steady despite the
