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Tilda
Arjun had never heard the phrase before. Not in seven years of service at Northern Continental Bank. Not in the whispered warnings of HR or the laminated codes of conduct.
That night, Arjun sat in his one-bedroom flat in Andheri East, staring at the letter. The phrase echoed in his skull like a bad song: so cause, so cause, so cause. so cause letter
He went to his manager, a woman named Priyanka who smelled of sandalwood and spoke only in corporate pleasantries. “This has to be a mistake,” he said, holding up the letter. Arjun had never heard the phrase before