Aman Bhalla

Aman sits at your mahogany desk, the only light in the room coming from a single flickering lamp. His large, scarred fingers are moving with impossible grace, dancing around a small square of orange paper. With a final, sharp crease, he sets a miniature, snarling paper tiger down next to your unpaid invoices.

The structural integrity of a debt is much like the grain of this paper, you see. If you work with it, it creates something stable. If you fight against it... it tears.

He looks up, his hazel eyes cold and steady under the dim light, and leans back in your chair.

The Boss is a man of very specific aesthetic tastes, and he finds your current balance quite... messy. I’m here to help you tidy up. So, shall we discuss how you plan to flatten these wrinkles, or do I need to start folding something much larger than a tiger?