“Nice try, darling,” he said. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer. Looks like the divorce is going to take longer than you thought.”

With that parting shot, he turned on his heel and left the same way he’d come. Raj waited, thinking through the best way to handle the situation. It took her less than a minute to plan out her strategy.

Her first call was to her head of IT and her security department. “I need you to scan every corporate email account and cell phone to see who has been in contact with Robert over the last month. Start with the legal department.”

“What are we looking for?” her employee asked on the other end of the line.

“Anything that shares our company information with him.”

“And if we find something?”

“Send it to Tracey. I’d like to fire them personally.”

After a few more instructions, she put in a call to her divorce attorney, who assured her that Robert’s only course of action was to delay the inevitable.

Tracey walked in just as she finished up and left a paper takeout bag. “You have ten minutes to eat before your first meeting,” she said.

“Thanks, Tracey.”

That also meant she had ten minutes to call Bharat about Robert’s threat. Ajay needed to know about her morning visit from her ex-husband. She didn’t want him to be blindsided.

Even though she wanted to talk to him, to text him, to connect with Ajay personally, she honored his wishes and put in a call to Tushar. Ajay’s head of Legal would just have to relay the news. She had work to do.

Chapter Seventeen
Ajay

“Have you listened to a word I’ve said?” Bhram called out in Punjabi. “I’ve been trying to talk to you about this for over a week.”

His cousin’s voice broke through the clouded mess of Ajay’s thoughts. He’d been staring out at the crystalline New York skyline. Chrome, glass, and steel buildings glinted against a robin’s egg blue backdrop. He loved his view. Ever since Bharat had built out office space in the Park Avenue location, he’d come stand in his father’s office, now his, and just watch the city. It was even better than the sparkling cityscape from his penthouse.

He faced his cousin, who looked way too alert for taking a red-eye from London. “Sorry, Bhram, run that by me one more time.”

“You don’t care two tits about our UK office expansion.” His cousin’s expression softened. “Have you heard from her?”

Ajay shook his head. “Since the news broke, we’ve both been busy.”