Raga stared at the glowing monitors inside Devandra’s office. Dozens of charts, financial reports, and news articles filled the screens, but his focus was not on the numbers. His gaze remained fixed on Devandra, who paced back and forth like a predator trapped in a cage, his jaw tight, his eyes burning like embers ready to ignite.

“I’ve had enough,” Devandra growled, slamming his palm against the desk with a sharp crack. “They think they can mock me? Arga… Vania… they’ll learn I’m still in control. No one takes what’s mine. No one.”

Raga swallowed hard. He had seen his employer angry countless times before, but this was different. The...