Chapter 27

Flinging my briefcase onto the bed, I sank into a chair, thoughts swirling like a storm in my head. When had Anjali ever taken such an immediate liking to any of my previous assistants? Why was Swati so effortlessly charming? Everyone – me included, it seemed – appeared inexplicably drawn to her.

Rolling my eyes in frustration, I barked out, "HP!" Hari Prakash, along with his brother Om Prakash, seemed to materialize out of thin air, a testament to the ever-present staff at the Singh Mansion. "Coffee," I demanded, the word laced with a touch more impatience than usual.

Hari Prakash returned with the steaming beverage within minutes, but for the first time in memory, it tasted…off. Swallowing the lukewarm liquid with a grimace, I realized the fault lay entirely with me. There was no way I could take my frustration out on the ever-patient HP. He couldn't possibly be expected to intuit the emotional turmoil churning within me.

With a sigh, I discarded my suit jacket and tie, optin
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