The rain was pouring heavily over the neon lights of the city. Aslam wiped the water from his helmet. To the world, he was just a poor delivery boy struggling to make ends meet. But beneath his cheap yellow jacket, he wore a watch that cost more than the entire building he was standing in front of.
He was the CEO of the 'Sifat Empire', the most powerful company in the country. But why was he here? Because he wanted to see the true face of the people who worked for him.
Suddenly, a black luxury car stopped near him. A man stepped out and shouted, "Hey! You trash! Why is my food late?"
Aslam looked up. His eyes were cold like ice. He recognized this man; he was one of his junior managers. The manager didn't know that the boy he was insulting was actually his boss.
"The rain delayed me, sir," Aslam said calmly.
"I don't care about the rain! People like you are born to serve us," the manager sneered, raising his hand to strike.
Aslam caught his wrist mid-air. His grip was like iron. "You should learn how to respect people before you lose everything you have," Aslam whispered.