“Money is only a tool. It will take you wherever you wish, but it will not replace you as the driver.” – Ayn Rand
PRESENT DAY
It was almost five o’clock in the morning and Ranveer was in his study. He was still dressed in the tuxedo he’d worn to the charity gala. Albeit, he’d ditched his jacket and tie, and had loosened a few of his shirt buttons and rolled his sleeves up.
Jazz playing softly in the background and a glass of cognac in his hand were his only company.
He couldn’t stop thinking about his chance meeting with Monique earlier. After years of searching for her, and luck would have it, he’d run into her at a charity event he hadn’t wanted to attend.
Seeing her again had renewed his thirst for answers. Yet, rather than stand her ground and face him like an adult,
