Board Meeting

Cold white light. Polished table. Glass walls reveal a glittering city skyline. A laptop glows at the center. Financial reports are spread out. A projector remote lies like evidence. A conference phone sits untouched.

AMIT (43), tailored suit, exhausted eyes, controlled smile.

JAVED (39), thin tie, precise posture, calculating.

ROHAN (35), glasses, calm demeanor, notebook in hand.

Silence. The kind that costs money.

Ye number... abhi yahan tha.

Dryly.

Aur ab yahan nahi hai. Interesting. Accounting bhi ghost story ban gayi hai kya?

Calmly, writing.

Pehle panicking band karo. Phir dekhte hain data kya bolta hai.

Amit clicks the laptop. The figures on screen SHIFT.

What the hell?

Leaning in.

Main hi pooch raha hoon. Main CFO hoon, magician nahi.

Without looking up.

Koi system remote access use kar raha hai.

A beat.

Tumhare access ke bina? Impossible.

Smirks.

CEO approval ke bina bhi impossible hota hai, sir. Par yahan toh kaafi kuch ho raha hai.

Rohan flips a page in his notebook.

Mujhe ek pattern mila hai. Same minute. Same amount. Same dormant account.

And?

And it all loops back to one dead name.

Amit and Javed look up.

Dead name?

Death certificate linked transfer trail.

What?

Ek beneficiary account hai. Har transfer usi ko ja raha hai. Aur beneficiary ka naam...

He looks at Amit.

Amit R. Mehra.

Amit stiffens.

That’s me.

Not according to the death certificate.

Kya bol raha hai tu?

ROHAN turns the notebook around. Neat columns. Scans. Dates. Signatures.

Arvind Mehra.

Officially dead.

Company uske baad bhi operate karti rahi.

Loans, tax filings, shell vendors—sab same identity ke naam par.

Controlled, but cracking.

Purani paperwork error hoga.

Nahi. Systematic fraud hai.

Pointing at Amit.

Toh phir CEO ka naam fake hai?

Javed—

Interrupting.

Amit Mehra naam ka CEO exist hi nahi karta tha. Ye identity takeover ke baad create hui.

Amit freezes.

Tu itna calm kaise hai?

Because I read the file.

He taps the notebook.

Aur har file ka ek common pattern tha. Jo aadmi sabse zyada expose karne ki baat kar raha tha...

He looks at Javed.

Woh aap the.

Main expose karne ke liye eager tha. Kyunki mere paas proof tha.

Proof of what?

Of the fake identity. Of the transfers.

But I didn’t create it.

Amit and Rohan exchange a look.

Then who did?

Javed slowly reaches for the conference phone, as if to call someone.

You think I was alone?

ROHAN watches him, unreadable.

Main bas system maintain kar raha tha.

A beat.

Exactly.

Rohan closes his notebook.

And I was the one who drafted the system.

Amit stares.

What?

ROHAN opens the notebook again. Inside: signatures, transfer logs, death certificate scans.

Amit Mehra was a legal construct.

Arvind Mehra ko dead declare karne wali chain maine stitch ki thi.

Javed ne accounts chalaye.

Aur Amit ne face banke company ko market mein बेचा.

Nahi...

Softly.

Jab numbers change hone lage, tum dono ne socha koi teesra room mein hai.

He places the conference phone in the center of the table.

Par mastermind bahar nahi hota.

The laptop screen flickers. The city glows behind the glass.

Tu kaun hai?

Calmly, almost polite.

Legal advisor.

Beat.

Aur board meeting officially start hoti hai.