Harshvardhan steps out of his cabin, his eyes focused on his iPad. The soft sound of his leather shoes echoes on the marble floor because this floor is almost empty. This top floor belongs only to him. No one can come up here without his permission only a few people like his bestfriend's and family ones know the passcode to enter

Harshvardhan scrolls through his emails with his sharp brows slightly furrowed. But when he looks up to walk toward the elevator, he stops suddenly. Jay stands there, right in front of him.