The atmosphere in the office was tense. The hanging lights cast a cold glow across the room, reflecting off the surface of the large glass table. Vania sat in the chair opposite, her back straight, her fingers tightly clasped together on her lap. Meanwhile, Devandra stood near the tall window, staring out of the building with an expression full of pressure.

He turned slowly, his sharp gaze landing on her.

“How many times do I have to tell you?” Devandra’s voice was low, but heavy with a threatening undertone. “You must cut all ties with Arga. Right now.”

Vania drew in a deep breath, struggling to keep her composure. “Dev,...