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Chapter 30 The Partnership Revolution
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2024-08-07 23:08:23Savita extended her hand to Ritu, a gesture of respect and acknowledgement. Her handshake was firm and confident, reflecting her years of experience and leadership. A spark of connection passed as their hands met, promising a meaningful conversation. Ritu's heart raced as she realised that she was in the presence of a woman who had the power to make a real difference in her work.
"It is a pleasure to meet you face to face finally, Ritu," Savita began, her voice deep and resonant, with a hint of warmth that immediately put Ritu at ease. Your groundbreaking work in ethanol has reached my ears, and I am eager to dive deeper into your job and explore how my government can assist you."
Her heart filled with gratitude and excitement, and Ritu bowed her head slightly in respect. "Madam, your acknowledgement means the world to me," she replied, her voice soft yet firm.
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