“A distraction. You need a distraction that will take WTA’s attention away from the mole and onto something else. Luckily, you have one.”

“Still not following, Mina,” he said.

“Look, WTA wants information the mole can provide. Robert, Raj’s ex, is now WTA’s representative. It would be important for him to know the mole, assuming that Robert was the kind of guy to play dirty.”

“He is,” Raj said without a qualm.

Mina grinned. “If you announce that Bharat is buying your company, Raj, would Robert care?”

“Probably, since our divorce—” She glanced at Ajay’s father. “Our divorce isn’t final yet. My ex would be concerned about how it would make him look. He’d most definitely confront me about it.”

“So not only would he be distracted from finding out Bharat’s trade secrets, he’d also possibly let something slip when he speaks with you. Something that we can use.”

“And it’ll teach Robert a lesson, which I wholeheartedly support,” Raj said, her voice hard. “We have to move quickly, though. Ajay, what do you think? Are you ready to make me an offer for my business?”

Isn’t that the multimillion-dollar question? he thought. “It’s a stretch that all of this will work. We can test your theory by spreading the rumor that we’re buying your company.”

Mina shook her head. “There might be other people involved. You’re going to have to make it a real thing. That’s what you want anyway, right?”

Ajay still needed answers about her financials, her company focus and strategy, and her client sales contracts.

Most importantly, he hadn’t had an opportunity to talk to Zail. The news would affect him the most, both from a security perspective and from a personal one.

Zail was his baby brother. His feelings had always been the softest. Ajay needed to think about Zail over Raj at this point. Family came first.

“Puttar.” His father’s voice cut through his thoughts. “You can’t make everyone happy,” he said softly.

Ajay faced Raj again. The light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling cathedral windows and shone on the deep inky black of her hair. This move would effectively tie their histories together forever. It might still be a business decision for her, but his family’s legacy was personal to him.

The corner of her mouth curved, and she raised that perfectly arched brow, the move a direct challenge. She was asking him what he was waiting for, and he wished he could answer her. He wanted approval, trust, and belief that he was meant to lead this company, lead the family business that he’d loved from childhood.

But sometimes that meant taking risks and not receiving the family validation he craved.

Ajay pulled out his phone and called Rafael.