The principal sat in his chair, visibly anxious, his expression one of deep reverence. Across from him sat none other than Mihir Singhania, a name that carried immense weight. A man of influence and power, Mihir exuded authority, his sharp gaze taking in every detail of the room with practiced ease.
The principal leaned forward slightly, eager to impress. "Singhania Sir, you came all this way. Is there something important that requires your presence?"
Mihir Singhania leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "No, Principal Sahab, I simply wanted to check on the management's work."
The principal offered a nervous smile. "Sir, for such a trivial matter, you could have simply called. We would have provided you with all the necessary information."
Mihir's sharp gaze locked onto him. "Yes, I could have. But this is my business. And I do not treat my business as a trivial matter." His voice was calm, yet there was an undeniable firmness in his tone. "Now, I'd like to see this month's management reports."
The principal nodded hurriedly, signaling his assistant to fetch the required documents. Mihir's presence alone was enough to create an air of tension in the room. He was not a man who wasted his time on pleasantries. If he was here, it meant he had a purpose.
As the reports were brought in, Mihir took them, flipping through the pages with practiced efficiency. Every detail, every number—he scrutinized them with a sharp eye, his mind working through calculations in mere seconds.
The principal sat in silent anticipation, waiting for his verdict.
Mihir's visit was not just a formality—it was a message. And everyone in that office knew it.
Holding the records in his hands, Singhania glanced at them briefly before nodding. "Oh sure, please have a look," he said, handing them over for verification. Once the records were checked, he set off for an inspection of the college, walking through its corridors with quiet authority.
He made it a point to step into every classroom, observing the lessons being taught. He believed that the essence of education lay in its delivery, and today, he wanted to understand what knowledge was being imparted to the students.
As he passed by one of the classrooms where an economics lecture was taking place, he paused. Something about the subject intrigued him, so he stepped inside.
"Good morning, ma'am," he greeted with a polite smile. "If you don't mind, may I take a few minutes of your class?"
The teacher turned toward the door and immediately noticed the principal standing beside the man who had just entered. Recognizing his importance, she nodded in approval. "Of course, sir. Please go ahead."
Singhania stepped forward, his sharp eyes scanning the students who were now watching him with curiosity.
"Students," he began, "imagine there are two coffee shops in the same area. What do you think makes them different from each other?"
The room fell silent for a moment as the students pondered his question.
"There could be several factors," he continued, answering it himself. "The method of preparation, the quality of coffee, the atmosphere of the shop, and even the marketing strategies. Each of these aspects contributes to the success of a business."