The silence of midnight wrapped around the mansion like a velvet curtain. Khushi sat in her room dressed in a black silk robe. A single lamp lit her desk, where she sat, legs crossed one on another with her laptop in front of her — screens filled with encrypted emails and satellite maps.

Her fingers clicked across the keys at lightning speed, managing three client accounts and rejecting a billion-dollar merger request with nothing more than a two-line email. Her lips twitched, satisfied. She was too absorbed in her work to notice the knock.