Under the glittering lights of the luxury resort, Parul observed the elderly man in the wheelchair and the old woman beside him, her eyes barely concealing her disdain. The old couple, dressed in faded, worn clothes, stood out like a sore thumb amidst the elegantly dressed VIPs surrounding them, looking like scavengers who had stumbled into Versailles. “Splat!” Her tray wobbled, and a delicate pastry, complete with cream and crumbs, splattered precisely onto the old man's chest. Parul's face grew even uglier than the old man's stained clothes, as if it wasn't he who had been soiled, but her cherished resort. “What on earth do you think you’re doing?!” Her sharp voice pierced the quiet of the lobby, laced with condescending disgust. “Look at what you’re wearing! You’re filthy, dragging down the entire class of our resort! Immediately, right now, pay me fifty thousand rupees, and get out! This isn’t a place for beggars like you!” The old woman rushed forward, her hands trembling as she tried to wipe the stains off her husband, her voice carrying a hint of imperceptible despair: “I’m so sorry, my husband isn’t well…” “Not well? If he’s not well, then don’t come out and make a spectacle of yourselves!” Parul haughtily lifted her chin, her eyes filled with nothing but icy coldness. “I don’t care what your reasons are, just pay up and leave immediately! Don’t you dare ruin our resort’s reputation!” The old woman’s face drained of color, her lips trembling. It seemed to take all her strength to painstakingly squeeze out: “I… I’ll call my son!” Hearing this, Parul scoffed, as if she’d just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world: “Your son? What a joke! I’d like to see who your son is, to allow people like you to put on airs here! Now, take your beggar husband and get out!” Her venomous words, like daggers, plunged deep into the old woman’s heart. Just then, a clear, urgent voice came from nearby. “Manager Parul, please stop immediately!” Another front desk staff member, Naina, practically rushed over, her face showing undisguised anxiety and a hint of anger towards Parul. “Manager Parul, do you have any idea who you’re talking to?” Naina’s voice trembled with urgency, every word striking Parul’s eardrums like a heavy hammer. “They are… the parents of Danush Saxena, CEO of the Saxena Group! They are our resort’s VVIP guests!” In an instant, the arrogance, viciousness, and contempt on Parul’s face were extinguished like flames doused with ice water, turning to ashes. Her pupils dilated, and fear, like a tidal wave, engulfed her, threatening to choke her. The Saxena Group… the business titan whose mere stomp could make the entire country tremble?! VVIP? What had she just, what had she just done?! Her proud career, in that moment, collapsed with a crash, reduced to nothing. She stumbled back a step, despairingly realizing that her legs could no longer support her once-unshakeable body.