PK stared at his phone for a few moments longer than necessary.
After expenses—rent, hardware, setup—his account still held close to fifteen lakhs. More than enough for a first move.
Titan Studio.
He estimated the company's realistic value at around ten lakhs—assets, servers, intellectual property, and most importantly, a functioning team. It wasn't a gamble. It was timing.
The weekend arrived.
Saturday evening, 4:00 PM.
Lotus Café.
When PK stepped inside, his eyes quickly found the man waiting at a corner table.
Middle-aged.
Tired posture.
The look of someone carrying responsibility longer than he should have.
PK walked over calmly.
"Hello. Dustin?"
The man looked up—and froze.
This wasn't who he had imagined.
He had expected a seasoned professional. A senior developer. Perhaps even a small team.
Instead, standing before him was a teenager. Clean, composed, unmistakably a college student.
For a split second, disbelief crossed Dustin's face.
Then he corrected himself.
This was Mr. Fool.
The same person who broke through layers of security his entire team couldn't decode. The same one who disrupted their systems without leaving a trace.
Appearances didn't matter.
Dustin stood up and extended his hand.
"Please… sit."
PK smiled faintly and took the seat opposite him.
The real negotiation was about to begin.