"Mr. Kol, you need to come with me," Metaso said, her words carrying an air of urgency that contrasted sharply with the faint traces of sarcasm in Kol's initial response. Her concern was unmistakable, etched onto her face. "Please, Mr. Vishwakumar will scold me if you don't come with me."
Kol hesitated for a moment, still finding refuge behind my back before he mustered a response. "Then just listen to a few words from him. He'll probably be gentle with you," he suggested, though his reluctance was palpable, like an invisible barrier he was struggling to breach. "But he won't be that gentle with me. I can already envision a daunting fifty-page lecture about responsibility," he added with a weary sigh. "Nah," he shook his head firmly. "I'm not coming."
"Mr. Kol, if you won't come with me,
