1 The Interview.

It was just before dusk when a very prominent News Channel Studio turned from its usual hustle bustle to a silent meditation house. Inside the editor-in-chief office, three people were sitting facing each other, and they were all wearing anxious expressions.

In the main chair behind the table sat a middle-aged man. He was wearing a plain blue shirt and a black tie was hanging around his neck. His coat was hanging on the chair he sat on. The man had a regular oval face with a sharp long nose. His head was filled with gray and black hair, showing his age. His face was tired, but his eyes were sharp.

On the right-hand side of the man, a desktop PC was lit up. On the left of the table, a couple of photo frames and a file holder were placed along with an ashtray. Everything seemed in order. Yet why was the man had an expression as if he was under a lot of pressure?

He was not alone. In front of him sat two people. Both women were the biggest new presenters on the channel. At this moment they were not looking forward to the task they were given but quite contrary to that. They wanted to pass this task on to the other. The task was to interview the youngest business tycoon in the country.

The editor-in-chief was tired. There were only a few minutes before the person in question arrives. And he did not know why the two people wanted to refuse the interview. He asked, "Samantha, Janice, why do the two of you disagree with it now?"

Samantha was a woman with black curly hair. Her face could be classified as a fatal weapon. But her mouth was a greater piece of work. She refuted even top political leaders on the spot for their deeds. Yes, she was a feisty one. At this moment, she was wearing a maroon saree. She pushed her glass up habitually and said, "Andrew, this guy is a piece of stone. How do you want me to interview him? How did you even get him to agree to this in the first place? The world wants to know him, yet he always keeps quiet. He has never appeared in any interviews."

Janice who sat beside her spoke, "I agree with her. Do you know what is the highest number of words he has ever spoken in his company events? 'Thank you for the hard work. May we all reach a new high next year?' You can count that. It is the same every year. This is not me, but his happy employees. I have researched this person. The only thing interesting in his life is firing his drivers. In one year there 60 people were fired. His secretary had to groom a guy specifically for him. Do you understand how weird he is? Also, he is not the person I deal with." she was wearing a black pullover with a lavender blazer over it. She had pixie-style hair. And her specialty was researching and crime reporting.

Usually, the two charming women had very little interaction with each other. They had no arguments, but today they were so much in agreement with each other that Andrew, the editor-in-chief thought they were sisters lost at birth. He sighed and said, "What I know is that you two can make people talk. Anyway if you don't want to do it. I will do it myself. You two can leave."

The two women were relieved, but the relief was short-lived. Andrew spoke after a pause, "I will call the board of directors and tell them what you just said word to word and they will decide whether or not you two would stay here anymore?" he sighed again as he leaned back in his chair.

The two women who were about to go to a party suddenly felt the world stop moving. They exchanged a glance, and they knew they could not refuse anymore. This was the best job they can have. So both grit their teeth and said, "We will do it. You win, boss."

Andrew glanced at them and nodded. He said, "Go then, get the studio setup. Only five minutes are left."

The two women snorted and left. As soon as they left, Andrew revealed a sly smirk on his face. He spoke, "Playing with me? You two are still too green."

...

The two women sat in the studio. The usual desk has been removed. In their place, a big couch and a single chair were arranged. The two ladies will sit down on the long couch while the guest would sit down on the single chair.

They were skimming through a set of cue cards in their hands when an assistant came in rushing. He spoke while panting, "Get ready, he is here."

Everyone in the studio inhaled a deep breath. Soon Andrew led in a young man. Seemingly in the late twenties. His face was average and did not look like some sort of handsome star. His hair was back brushed, a clean-shaved face. Aviator-style glasses resting over his nose, behind the glasses, his cold black eyes. As if an abyss lying in wait to suck your soul inside. He was wearing a three-piece grey suit, with a black shirt and shoes. On his wrist, a timepiece worth millions rested.

He walked side by side with Andrew at a calm and steady pace. Despite his coldness, he could gather everyone's attention. It was for all the negative reasons. He walked up to the sitting area in front of the camera. The two ladies stood up. They had smiles on their faces. The young man only nodded to them in return.

Andrew said to the ladies, "Okay, we have little time left. You two look after him." he turned to the man and left after a nod. He himself felt as if he was dealing with a stone, but when has the board of directors ever listened to the workers like him?

Samantha said to the young man gesturing with her hand, "Please take a seat. We will go live in a couple of minutes. Do you need me to arrange someone to give you a light touch-up?"

The young man shook his head and sat down on the chair. The ladies exchanged a glance and sat down in their seats as well.

Soon, the lighting changed and The young man was hidden from the eyes of the normal people. Janice took the opening, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight on Prime on prime time, I, Janice, and my dear colleague Samantha will introduce you all to a person who made a name for himself at a young age." where she dropped Samantha picked up, "He is known as the youth icon of the country. Some of his qualities are also admired by a lot of famous people. A famous politician once said about him, "The calmest and quiet in the room, yet his actions speak the loudest."

This time both the ladies spoke in sync, "We heartily welcome, Owner of Prestige Group Of Companies, Mr. Rudra." the lights switched back on, the Youngman's face was revealed to the world watching him from the other side of the camera.