The air in Noah’s penthouse was thick with tension. Even the city lights outside seemed dimmer tonight, as if reflecting the storm brewing inside. Aarush Sen sat beside him, laptop open, reviewing legal documents with his signature precision, while Noah paced the length of the room, phone in hand, visibly agitated.
“They’re serious this time,” Noah muttered, running a hand through his hair. “They’re threatening to terminate my contract… and make it public if I don’t comply with their demands.”
Aarush didn’t flinch. He closed the laptop, turned fully toward Noah, and placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. “Then we handle it. Like we’ve handled everything else—carefully, strategically, and on our terms.”
Noah exhaled sharply, slumping into the couch. “It’s just… they can ruin me, Aarush
