Chapters (34)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter OneRajneet
- Chapter TwoAjay
- Chapter ThreeRajneet
- Chapter FourAjay
- Chapter FiveRajneet
- Chapter SixAjay
- Chapter SevenRajneet
- Chapter EightAjay
- Chapter NineAjay
- Chapter TenRajneet
- Chapter ElevenAjay
- Chapter TwelveRajneet
- Chapter ThirteenAjay
- Chapter FourteenRajneet
- Chapter FifteenAjay
- Chapter SixteenRajneet
- Chapter SeventeenAjay
- Chapter EighteenRajneet
- Chapter NineteenRajneet
- Chapter TwentyAjay
- Chapter Twenty-OneRajneet
- Chapter Twenty-TwoAjay
- Chapter Twenty-ThreeRajneet
- Chapter Twenty-FourAjay
- Chapter Twenty-FiveRajneet
- Acknowledgments
- An Excerpt from The Takeover Effect
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- About the Author
- By Nisha Sharma
- About the Publisher
Raj had barely started sifting through her emails when she heard commotion outside the glass walls of her office. With mild surprise, she watched Robert storm past Tracey’s desk toward her. She shook her head at her assistant, who’d already picked up her cell in a wary move that said she was about to call Security.
“Raj,” Robert barked as he burst in. The glass door rattled as he slammed it shut. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
She crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair. “You’ll have to be a little bit more specific, Robert.”
“Selling to Bharat? Are you out of your mind?” His face was molten red with fury, which obviously clashed with the color of his pale beige suit.
“Why would I be out of my mind?” She’d known that her ex wouldn’t have the ability to stay away from her, that the minute he heard about the offer, he would come running. What Raj hadn’t anticipated was that he’d be knocking on her door an hour after an internal memo went out.
She raised a brow and tilted her chin up in that way she knew Robert hated. “I can’t imagine who would have the balls to tell you the news.”
“I used to work here. Of course someone is going to tell me your harebrained idea. Do you know how this makes me look?”
She picked up her phone to look at the time. “Am I supposed to care?”
“My wife is selling the company we started together to a company that WTA is targeting for a takeover. A company that is my account at the firm!”
“Let’s get a few things straight,” she said as she stood and planted her hands on the glass desk. “I started RKH Collective. You had nothing to do with it, you sniveling piece of shit. And second, I am no longer your wife in any sense of the word. I am your ex and your reputation is no longer my concern. Do not barge into my office like this ever again, otherwise I will have you thrown out on your ass, understood? I bet WTA would love to see that.”
“You bitch.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
He lumbered around the office like a wounded bear. “What happened to our years of friendship? What happened to the partnership we had and shared?”
“I asked you the same things when you stole information from me for your own advantage. What was it you told me? That you thought I would do the same thing.” She looked at her nails and then buffed them against her shoulder. Whoever had said revenge wasn’t satisfying obviously hadn’t done it right. “It’s a premium offer, and obviously a great business move for Bharat.”