The newsroom of Indra TV buzzed with activity—clicking of keyboards, phones ringing, and cameras rolling. At the center of it all, Ravi Singh, the station's top news anchor, sat at the desk, reviewing the evening's top headlines when an email notification popped up on his screen. As soon as he clicked on it, and read the mail's subject, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"What is this?" he muttered, loud enough to draw the attention of his colleagues.
Priya, the senior producer, rushed over and peered over his shoulder. "What's got you so worked up, Ravi?"
"It's a leak. Someone sent files with evidence of black money and other information about the politicians. It contains some real dirt."
Ravi then clicked on the attachment, revealing shocking images and videos of black money transactions. His heart pounded as he watched the footage of trucks overflowing with cash. The accompanying text detailed the corrupt practices of multiple political leaders, complete with dates and transaction amounts.
"Get the higher-ups on the line now!" Ravi barked, his voice laced with urgency.
Priya sprinted to the control room, grabbing the attention of Verma, the executive producer. Both men hurried over, sensing the gravity of the situation.
"What's going on, Ravi?" Arjun Verma asked.
Ravi didn't utter a word and instead turned the monitor toward them. "Look at this. We need to verify its authenticity, but if it's true..."
Arjun leaned in closer, scrutinizing the screen. "This could lead to a major scandal. We must tread carefully."
As the three men gathered around the monitor, Ravi pointed at a particularly damning video showing a truck unloading bags of cash marked with party insignias.
"How could they be this brazen?" Priya questioned, shaking her head in disbelief.
"They think they can get away with it," Ravi replied, determined in his voice. "But we can't let them. This is our chance to expose the corruption that's been festering for too long."
Verma hesitated. "What if they retaliate?"
"We need to ensure our safety while we break this story," Ravi narrowed his eyes.
Verma nodded, understanding the risks. "We'll release it in stages. First, we confirm the information. If they don't respond adequately, then we go public with the full story."
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Meanwhile in Suri's Mansion.
"What?" Suri exclaimed in disbelief as she absorbed the staggering amount of profit she had earned from the recent market crash.
Her astonishment was palpable, and she sought confirmation, asking, "Are you certain about this?"
She struggled to comprehend the magnitude of her earnings.
Her personal AI, Ava, responded with her usual calm demeanor.
[Yes, that's the figure I received from the analysis department,] she said, displaying the impressive data on Suri's tablet, leaving no room for doubt.
As her gaze remained fixed on the screen, a wave of appreciation and gratitude for Evan washed over Suri. His strategic insights and guidance made this incredible outcome possible.
Overwhelmed with emotions, she reached out for the phone he had given her at their first meeting and dialed his number, eager to express her gratitude.
For a moment she felt a bit nervous and hesitated, recalling that it had been a while since they talked.
Her entire day had always been packed while Evan was also busy. So, despite having a way to connect in the VR world, they hadn't been able to utilize the technology.
After a brief wait, Evan answered in a measured, "Hello."
"Hi, Evan. How are you?" Suri asked, her excitement barely in check, her voice trembling with enthusiasm over her newfound success.
"I'm well, thanks. How about you?" Evan responded, his voice steady.
"Thanks to you, I'm doing even better," Suri grinned, her gratitude evident.
"You didn't just call to check up on me, did you?" Evan asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.
"No, I called to sincerely thank you for all the help you've provided. This gain wouldn't have been possible without your insights," Suri said earnestly.