Altaf Mansuri leaned back in his leather chair, the dim light from his office casting shadows over his sharp features. The quiet hum of the city echoed through the glass walls of his high-rise office, but inside his head, a storm was brewing. Cigarette smoke curled lazily through the air, his usual late night companion, as he stared blankly at the screen in front of him. He had everything a man could want: wealth, power, and an empire that ran on his command. Yet, there was one thing that lingered on his mind, something that had shifted the rhythm of his otherwise controlled life.