“I don’t think—”

“Do you want me to talk about how you played me in front of spectators?” Ajay asked in Punjabi. “Because, as you said, there are already rumors about me in the media. What’s one more?”

Her irritated expression iced over. Good, he thought. If she was as angry as he was, neither of them would pull their punches.

“Excuse me. We have a small, friendly business matter to address.”

“Emphasis on the friendly,” Ajay said, and winked at Mr. Rivero before leading Raj toward the exit.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed as she matched his long strides. “I thought you were smarter than that. You just insinuated a relationship when—”

“You’re married. Oh, I know. You were right on the money. My brother was the one who called me. I prefer to get the answers to the rest of my questions from you.”

They were almost at the exit when his eyes met the glare of a man who stood in a corner, surrounded by people who looked just like him. Something about his expression made Ajay slow his pace.

“Is that your husband?” He motioned to the man with his chin.

Raj paused, and her spine stiffened under Ajay’s hand. “Yes, that’s Robert.”

Ajay turned and gave Robert a brilliant smile. He waved from across the room as if he was greeting a long-lost friend.

“Stop that,” Raj hissed and marched forward without him.

They circumvented the stragglers having quiet conversations in the lobby before turning left toward the theater. They rounded a corner and made it halfway down the corridor before they were alone and far enough away that no one could hear them.

“What the hell was that?” Raj said. Her accent, which hadn’t been noticeable at all earlier, was now thick in her voice. She pronounced her Ts like his parents did when they spoke English.

Ajay stepped forward until they were inches apart. “What games are you playing?”

“Do you think intimidation works on me?” Raj said, arching one long eyebrow. “I eat men in suits like you for breakfast, Ajay Singh.”

“Your company’s fired,” he replied.

She gaped at him. “That’s a stupid move. You need me.”

“No, I don’t. I don’t need another mole.”

“Another mole? Oh, that’s rich. You had one of the most incompetent teams ever, while my people saved your ass. They would never—”

“But your husband would,” Ajay said. “And yes, I heard you’re getting a divorce. But you never told us that you had someone from WTA in your house while you were working with our information, Raj. Which is why I can’t trust my business with yours, nor will my company.”

Her nostrils flared. “My business has nothing to do with my marriage.”