As she took the elevator to his floor, she registered every ache and twinge. All she’d done was stand in front of a gaggle of reporters for an hour, then take calls, do interviews and issue statements. Her staff had humbled her with their support. The only person who had been fired up was Robert. She pulled out her cell phone again and read his last few messages.

ROBERT: You bitch!!!! Better prepare yourself for court! You cost me my job!!!

RAJ: No, you cost you your job. Also, our divorce proceeding has been moved up. You violated the confidentiality agreement. Now every penny we have is mine.

ROBERT: FUCK YOU! LIKE HELL! I’ll fight you tooth and nail, Raj!

RAJ: Texting in caps is so juvenile, Robert.

She slipped her phone back into her pocket as she keyed into the double doors of Bharat, Inc. The lights were mostly off, and she heard the faint hum of a vacuum cleaner from one side of the floor. She followed the walls to the corner office, but it was dark. Did he forget?

No way. Ajay never forgot things like this. At least, he hadn’t in the time that she’d known him. She put her bag down on his desk and, with phone in hand, walked the floor to find him.

He was in the boardroom. The lights were off, and he stood facing the windows with the twinkling lights spread out in front of him. The city was always a breathtaking place. The best part was that every view Ajay shared with her was different and special in its own way.

He turned, his silhouette illuminated by the power of the night sky.

“There you are,” he said.

“I am so glad today is finally over.” She closed the door behind her.

“It’s been quite eventful, although I believe it was more interesting for you than me.”

When he lifted a hand, she rounded the table so that she could take it. “I should’ve told you I was going to attack WTA, but before I went to do the press conference, I had a few visitors.”

“Really? Who?”

“Well, I already told you about your mother. She fed me, told me to change my clothes so I looked presentable, and then held my hand the whole way to the press conference. She is so insightful. That’s where you get it from, I think.”

“Mmm-hmm. Maybe.” She fit under his arm and let out a sigh as he brought her close. “Where is Khunda?”

“With your mother, actually. She asked if she could dogsit.”

Ajay tilted his head back and laughed. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope. I was told that if she couldn’t have grandchildren, then she’d take the next best thing. Honestly, her backhanded compliments are inspiring. She’s ruthless.”

“What? You think the hard decisions that made Bharat what it is came from my father?”