“Robert Douglass?” The name was all too familiar. It hadn’t been that long since Bharat’s shareholder call when they discovered their dirty board members. WTA’s representative, Robert Douglass, was a grade-A asshole and the perfect representative for the tech conglomerate that had purchased Bharat stock in secret, infiltrated their board, and now created chaos with their market shares.

His brother let out a breath. “You know Mina’s best friend, Raj?”

“Yeah, I just met her.”

“Well, Robert Douglass III is her husband.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Douglass apparently left Raj’s company to go to WTA and we don’t know how much Robert was able to find out through her. Mina just made the connection when I told her that WTA, specifically Robert, was on the last shareholder call.”

Ajay gripped the portico railing hard enough for his knuckles to whiten. He’d stood there like a fool, drooling over Rajneet Kaur Hothi, while she knew exactly who he was and what he was doing.

She must have been laughing at him the whole time.

“She’s getting a divorce.”

Hem’s words sliced through this rage.

“A divorce? From Douglass?”

“Yes. It looks like Raj may have asked for a divorce after Robert quit her company and started working for WTA. We don’t have the full story yet, but Mina will most likely get it next week.”

“No,” Ajay said. “I’m going to get it now.”

“Brother, don’t do anything rash.”

“Have I ever?”

“No, but there is always a first time.”

“I’ll call you later.” Ajay hung up his phone and pushed his way through tables looking for the liar in question.

He made it halfway across the dance floor before he saw her.

She was speaking with a group of familiar-looking suits. He would draw attention if he approached her now, and he couldn’t give a damn.

Raj’s eyes widened a fraction at his approach, but she kept speaking to her audience even as he sidled next to her and rested a hand against her lower back.

“—there is a market need for the work. Everyone, I’d like for you to meet Ajay Singh, of Bharat, Inc.”

“The technology company,” an older Hispanic man with a cloud of snow-white hair replied. He stuck out a hand to shake. “I know your father. I own GridX Power. Jose Rivero.”

“Mr. Rivero. Of course,” Ajay said. Returning the shake, he flipped through his mental files. “My father speaks highly of the work you did after hurricane season last year. You were able to get Florida’s grids back up and running before anyone else.”

Mr. Rivero beamed. “We serve our communities the best we can.”

“It shows. Mr. Rivero, everyone, I hate to steal Ms. Hothi away, but we have some unfinished business.”

“Ajay, we can discuss it later,” Raj said.

“Sweetheart,” he said with a saccharine tone. “We need to talk. Now.”