PK spent the next hour understanding Titan Studio from the inside.
He asked about server costs, development bottlenecks, team morale, release cycles, and long-term sustainability. Dustin answered everything honestly—numbers, struggles, and limitations included.
PK listened carefully.
Then he made his move.
"I'll acquire Titan Studio for eight lakhs," PK said calmly.
Dustin blinked, surprised—but before he could respond, PK continued.
"In addition, I'll transfer five more lakhs as operational capital. Use it to relocate the company to a better space, upgrade developer systems, strengthen servers, and stabilize operations."
Dustin stared at him.
"This isn't charity," PK added. "It's an investment. I want a stronger foundation."
The terms were finalized the same day.
Documents were drafted.
Ownership transferred.
Signatures exchanged.
The next morning, everything was official.
Before leaving, PK gave one final instruction.
"I won't be visiting for two months. Until then, you'll oversee the relocation and upgrades. If you need approval or clarification, call me directly."
He paused briefly.
"And for now—no one should know I own the company. Publicly, you're still the owner. Nothing changes."
Dustin didn't question it.
He simply nodded.
"Understood… boss."
The word hung in the air for a moment.
It was the first time anyone had called him that.
PK felt something unfamiliar settle in his chest—not pride exactly, but a quiet sense of control.
He didn't dislike it.
As he walked out, PK realized something.
This wasn't just about money anymore.
He had crossed a line.
And there was no turning back.