Kumar’s Pov

The numbers looked at me, bleeding across the desk in that nasty red colored ink that makes your stomach turn. Seriously, I’ve never hated ink so much. Gujral Industries, my dad’s company, my inheritance, the only freaking reason to get out of bed in the morning was going down right in front of me, and I’m basically gluing together the cracks with duck-tapes

Investors? They were all gone. They’d just hung up, one by one, all those clipped “thanks” and fake “we will get back to you” messages.

I just sat there, staring at the black rectangular table in the dead meeting room, listening to nothing but silence....