Introduction

In the jungle, when Rama was banished from his home for fourteen years, he came across a huge palace surrounded by trees. It looked as if it were a part of the forest as the world grew around it and within it. Sita was intrigued, as was he, and she asked if they could visit it to see what it was exactly. Of course, Rama said yes, because not only did he want to see it for himself, but he loved making Sita happy. The two ventured off through the trees and bushes and were met by a beautiful woman sitting at a desk with a lot of papers.

“Hi, welcome to Plus Image PR,” she said, without making any eye contact. “Do you have a public relations related appointment?” She looked up and saw that it was the famous Rama. Her eyes lit up.

“No, we don’t have an appointment… We were hoping for a tour, actually,” Rama said.

“Oh, of course, of course!” She stood up and greeted them with hugs. “Rama and Sita! What an honor. I’ll have our intern show you around, and then you can meet Shakti!”

“Shakti?” Sita asked. A young boy approached them.

“Hi, my name is Neerav,” the boy said. “I’m an intern here at Plus Image PR! It so nice to meet you. I’ll give you a tour, and then you can meet the boss, Shakti! She runs this whole operation.”

Neerav led Rama and Sita and showed them around the building. He told them about many clients that had come to Shakti for consultation about how to preserve or clean up their “image,” especially after a crisis had happened to them.

“King Santanu is one of our biggest, most paying clients,” Neerav said. “You know his story, right? His wife, Ganga, kept drowning their children, and not only was it making him terribly sad and troubled, but he knew that his people would start doubting his ruling abilities if he was unable to keep his own wife from upsetting him. Shakti has been working on a PR campaign for him. I haven’t met him, personally, but I’ve been doing some research about what makes a group of people inspired by their leader. Do you have any ideas?”

Before either could answer, they heard someone walking down the staircase. You could hear many jewels gently brushing together with a “clang.” It was Shakti. Rama thought that she was just as beautiful as Sita, and if not, then more so.

“Hello Rama and Sita,” her words dripped like honey. “Welcome to my business.”