The boardroom felt heavy and disciplined, its tension shaped by the presence of one woman.
R.D.—the name the world knew her by—sat at the head of the glass table, commanding more power than anyone else in the room. Noone dared interrupt. Even silence seemed to wait for her permission.

Across from her, a CFO rambled about “risk thresholds” and “divestment strategies.” She nodded politely, but her mind had already moved on. She could see his insecurity twitching in the way he kept adjusting his cufflinks.

“Thank you, Rajesh,” she said, her voice calm, clipped. “But we’re not in the business of shrinking. We’re in the business of dominance.”

The room went quiet. Her assistant, standing by the glass wall, smirked quietly behind his tablet.

She leaned forward, slow and precise. “If you're afraid of expansion, find another board to sit on. Or better yet—start a podcast.”

The older man flushed. No one defended him.

She stood. “We’re acquiring VoltEdge by Friday. Make sure legal has their teeth in it before lunch.”

The meeting was over. Executives stood as she exited. She never asked them to. They just did.

In the hallway, she moved like silk and iron—sharp heels tapping against marble, face unreadable, phone in hand. Her assistant jogged to keep up.

“You have a security briefing at noon, and—”

Her phone buzzed. The screen lit up with an encrypted message, masked as a fashion newsletter.

[NEW DROP: CODE BLACK ACTIVE]

She stopped walking.

“Clear my schedule,” she said, already typing. “I’ll be out of office until further notice.”

“But the VoltEdge deal—”

“I’ll sign from the jet.”

“RD—”

She turned to him, gaze flat. “Don’t let them know I’m gone. And if anyone asks—”

“I’ll tell them you’re in Monaco negotiating silence with royalty,” he said, not missing a beat.

She gave him a slight nod. “Good.”

In her penthouse suite, behind biometric locks and mirrored walls, She opened a hidden panel in her closet. Out came a case.

Inside: a silenced pistol, a steel flash drive, and a new passport. Her reflection stared back from the mirrored door—immaculate hair, designer clothes, billion-dollar empire behind her.

She peeled off the jewelry, stripped down to function.

The world knew her as Rudrisha Dev Dixit —visionary, tech queen, billionaire.

But the agency knew her as something else.

Code Name: LEGACY

And someone had just made the mistake of waking her up.

Introducing Rudrisha Dev Dixit, known to the world as R.D. , CEO of a luxury tech conglomerate - RDX Global . She's commanding, flawless, and unbothered. A business deal worth billions is happening. But her eyes are always scanning. She knows more than she lets on.