Victor’s POV

Day three kicked off the way I liked its clockwork vibes, everything just so.

The house had already sorted itself out, temp-wise. Coffee was sitting there, piping hot, practically begging for attention. Sunlight hit the floor in those neat, mathematical little patches. Yeah, order was holding court.

Except… well, except for the guy in my study, wrecking the mood with his shirt half-open and jittery energy.

Kumar Gujral.

He should’ve been deep into his supply chain spreadsheets or whatever, but nope he just kept hammering his pen on the table. The sound? Started crawling up my spine.

“Cut it out,” I muttered.

He paused, gave a sheepish grin....