“Thank you. After working with Bharat, I am thinking of branching out beyond staffing into technology.”

“Cybersecurity?”

“And wearable technology. We’re still developing a business strategy. Then we’ll be more dangerous than ever.”

Ajay leaned in and was thrilled when he saw her pupils dilate and her lips part.

“Tell me, Rajneet. What information do you have on me?”

Her shoulders relaxed a fraction. “You’re an easy one. Ajay Singh, middle Singh brother, COO of Bharat, Inc., as well as interim head of HAZ Industries, a conglomerate of businesses from vineyards to real estate owned by the illustrious Singh Family.”

“So far, you’re on the money.”

“I’m not finished. You’re also the next in line to take over as CEO of Bharat once your father hits the magic number of sixty-five and is forced to retire at the end of the year. You don’t do interviews, conferences, keynotes, or social media. And, unfortunately, speculation has it you’re the reason Bharat’s gradual profit growth is now suddenly flat.”

The last bit of information stung.

“You know,” he said slowly, “I normally don’t care about public perception. People are talking about me, about my dad and Bharat, and I can’t change that. All that really matters is the respect of my family, the board, and my employees.”

The corner of her mouth curved up. “That’s admirable of you.”

“But,” he said, holding up a hand, “there is something about you that makes me want to convince you that I’m more than a short dossier.”

There was that flash in her eyes again. The same one he saw when he’d leaned in close for the first time. Her voice was low and husky. “I may be open to being convinced.”

“I’ll have to take my time.”

Her expression was a study in surprise, confusion, and then . . . interest. “Mmm-hmm,” she said slowly. “That does sound interesting.”

Ajay almost swore when his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was audible enough to make Raj step back.

“You may want to check that.” She straightened and moved away from the railing.

“No, it’s fine.”

“It’s not. Most likely Mina or one of your brothers. Answer it, Ajay. And remember my advice, will you?” With a slow wink over her shoulder, she sauntered off, weaving through tables and clusters of guests until she disappeared in the crowd.

Ajay pulled out his cell and saw that it was his oldest brother, Hem, calling. How the hell had Raj guessed that one?

“Bhai. What is it?”

“Ajay, you need to brace yourself. Robert Douglass may be there.”