Chapter 1: A Rupee and a Dream
Mumbai, India – 2025
The fan above him groaned like it was dying. Again.
Steve Makinson lay on the thin mattress spread over the floor of his cramped one-room apartment. The walls were stained with years of monsoon dampness, and the city outside roared with its usual chorus—honking horns, yelling hawkers, and the distant rumble of the local train.
But none of it touched Steve.
He sat still, eyes glued to his cheap second-hand phone, watching a stock ticker he couldn’t afford to trade in.
Balance: ₹237.45 Remaining Data: 92MB
He sighed through his nose. No emotion on his face. Just calculation.
‘Vada pav for dinner. Maybe a shared cab to college tomorrow, or skip the lecture. Doesn’t matter. Nothing I learn there can buy me power.’
He was twenty years old. An orphan raised by relatives who barely tolerated him, passed through government schools, and currently pursuing a useless degree in commerce that only taught him how to beg for internships.
But Steve wasn’t interested in being a worker.
He wanted the boardroom. The empire. The world.
What do you think?
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