The next day, at Mr. Sachdev's office, the air was thick with tension even before Rudra arrived. The building itself was a reflection of its owner—shabby, outdated, and barely holding itself together. As Rudra stepped in, flanked by two of his guards and Harsh, his sharp gaze swept across the modest space. Without a word, he motioned for one of his men to approach the receptionist and inquire about her boss.