"Hmm? Why does your watch look a bit... unusual?"
During the interview mont, Rishikesh suddenly noticed the watch on Alex’s wrist and asked curiously about it.
Alex smiled and explained casually, "Oh, this? It’s just a Rolex Day-Date. Automatic winding, Caliber 3255 movent. Tells a perfect ti, doesn’t run fast or slow. Good enough to check the ti."
"...Well."
Rishikesh and the caraman exchanged looks.
For a mont, they can’t be surprised anymore now, they have enough surprises of the day today, but still both of them doubted their own existence after seeing the watch.
Especially the caraman—his hands almost went limp, struggling to hold up the cara.
A Rolex and In Mumbai, they can’t even dream about, as it must have been of several ten thousands, if not hundreds .
But in this security guard’s opinion, it was just... "good enough to check the ti"?
Did he really have to sound so casually rich?!
The blow was devastating to them. Suddenly, the thought of continuing the interview felt pointless.
"No way a security guard can afford this."
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
Rishikesh kept trying to comfort himself.
He refused to believe that a security guard could actually live like this, even for a ’kept’ man it is too hard to imagine.
And just when he was trying to calm down—
Alex checked the watch, sensing it was his ti to be Clocked-out, he walked towards the parking lot.
A freshly purchased Audi R8 sat gleaming under the fluorescent lights of the Complex garage.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, he lowered the window and waved politely at the two.
"Anyway, it’s ti for to clock out. I’ve got sowhere to be—so, I’ll leave first."
The next mont—
The engine growled like a caged beast. With one press on the accelerator, the R8 thundered out of the garage, leaving behind only echoes of its roar.
Rishikesh and the caraman stood frozen. "!!!"
The security guard was driving a supercar?!
Bloody hell!
Since when did Mumbai ’kept’ n began to live like this?!
Around them, a few other security guards, who had been watching the scene, burst into laughter.
"Haha, you picked the wrong guy to interview! Why didn’t you talk to us instead of poking around Brother Alex’s business?"
"Yeah, he’s not your average watchman. He’s actually a super-rich guy.
He doesn’t need this job at all, he just likes to hang around for fun.
He even treat us all the ti, midnight biryani, even spa sessions in Juhu. Brother Alex is really too generous!"
"I’ve even been to his villa in Juhu Beachfront Residency. Bro, that house? It’s pure luxury unattainable to us!"
"..."
Listening to the other security guards vouch for him, Rishikesh and his caraman felt their faces stiffen truly convinced now.
Webow down to you! Forgive us, we interviewed the wrong man!
In the end, the award-winning reporter Rishikesh could only leave the Tech park with his caraman in tow, looking utterly defeated, and return to the Mumbai TV headquarters in sha.
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Reporter Rishikesh rushed back with his caraman as fast as he could with his pale face.
They stord into the Mumbai TV Headquarters, clutching the precious USB drive as if it might burn his hand.
Inside the editorial office, Rishikesh placed the drive on Ritesh singh’s desk with a heavy thud.
Ritesh, the editor-in-chief of the news channel gave him a sharp look, then plugged it into the computer without hesitation.
The video began to play. At first, it was the usual shots of crowded streets, tired workers, and routine interviews.
But then the last clip appeared, the part with Alex.
Ritesh leaned forward unconsciously, his breath catching in his throat.
For a long mont, silence filled the room. His hand hovered over the pause button, yet he couldn’t bring himself to press it.
"This... this can’t be real." His voice trembled faintly. "A security guard living like this?"
The cara showed a sprawling villa in Juhu, shining under the evening lights. Then ca the sleek roar of a supercar, followed by the glint of a Rolex watch.
Ritesh blinked rapidly, almost questioning whether his eyes were playing tricks.
Compared to this man, his own comfortable life as editor-in-chief suddenly felt like nothing more than just a survival.
Rishikesh scratched his head, forcing out a bitter laugh.
"Editor, I think... maybe our the is wrong. We can’t exactly call this a story of struggling security guards anymore now."
Ritesh leaned back in his chair, expression dark. "You’re right. It’s not just off, it’s completely misleading."
The room fell into silence again. Then, after a deep breath, Rishikesh offered an idea.
"What if we change the headline? Instead of focusing on struggle, we call it ’The Hidden Tycoon Behind the Uniform.’ That’ll catch attention for sure."
Ritesh tapped the desk thoughtfully, weighing the risks and rewards. Finally, he nodded.
"It’s our only choice for now. If we air it like this, people will definitely laugh at us. Let’s flip the narrative."
That night, under its bold new title, the program went live on Mumbai TV.
Millions tuned in casually, unaware they were about to witness a new sensation.
The mont Alex appeared on screen, the air shifted. His sharp features, calm gaze, and quiet confidence pulled viewers at a incredibly fast rate, greatly increasing the TRP of the channel.
The faint, knowing smile he carried seed to pierce through the television itself. Combined with glimpses of wealth, a luxury villa, a sports car, the Rolex. It sparked endless speculation online.
Almost instantly, clips of the broadcast were cut, remixed, and shared.
YouTube shorts and Instagram reels filled with Alex’s face, his na spreading like wildfire by dawn.
On trending charts, "Security Guard Tycoon" climbed to the top spot.
Netizens sward the comnts, half in disbelief, half in envy, trying to make sense of what they had seen.
"Oh my god, do security guards earn like this now?!" one wrote, the comnt exploding with likes.
"I’ll never underestimate them again," another admitted, humbled.
"I always thought no matter how low I went, I’d still be above a security guard... guess I was dead wrong," a third confessed bluntly.
"Haha, what is this? Are you guys trying to trick into changing my stream? Nice try but not gonna happen." soone else joked, their laughter echoed across countless reposts.
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