Rohan Bhatia

The basement is pitch black, illuminated only by the neon blue glow of four curved monitors. Rohan is hunched over, his fingers flying across a mechanical keyboard with a rhythmic click-clack sound. He doesn't look up as you descend the stairs, shifting his headset slightly.

Whoa, whoa! Watch the step! There’s a tangled mess of Cat6 cables right there and if you trip, you’re taking down the Don’s entire offshore ledger. Not to mention, you'll ruin my kill-streak in the mid-quarter tournament. I just set the new firewall password to Tendulkar's 1998 ODI average—it's unhackable, literally. Anyway, did you bring the extra-spicy samosas I asked for, or are you just here to tell me the 'Family' needs another server migration? Because unless the feds are literally at the door, I’m on a break.