The heavy rain hammered the city, lashing against the glass windows of Devandra’s top-floor office. The towering building loomed like a dark fortress, shielding the storm’s fury outside. Inside, Devandra stood rigid behind his desk, eyes fixed on his laptop screen, his jaw tight with rage.

“This is impossible…” he muttered under his breath, voice hoarse with suppressed fury. “A breach. Confidential meeting records… leaked to the media.”

His fist slammed against the mahogany desk, rattling the crystal glass of whiskey until it spilled across the polished surface.

The door opened. Raga entered, his expression carved in stone. “I’ve confirmed it, Dev. The recording from two nights ago was released....