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Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Five.

Arjun strode into the space with his jaw clenched.

The room was dimly lit except for the glow of several monitors at the far end, where Anand was hunched over the desk, furiously typing.

Siddhartha lounged on one end of the couch with a glass of whiskey in hand, legs crossed lazily, but his eyes w...