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The rain outside the seventy-fourth floor of the Raizada Citadel did not fall; it assaulted.Sheets of gray,monsoon-driven water slammed against the reinforced, polarized glass windows, blurring the neon skeletal frame of the Mumbai skyline into an unrecognizable smudge of bleeding light. Inside the executive boardroom, the climate control was locked at an unforgiving, sterile eighteen degrees Celsius. The air smelled faintly of ozone, expensive Italian leather, and the bitter, burnt aroma of over-extracted espresso.Anavy Singh Raizada did not look up when the heavy oak doors clicked open. He did not need to
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