Desire

The office of Kabir Rathore, a fortress of glass and steel, had become a breeding ground for whispers. Not from him—he was a man of few words and fewer emotions—but from the mouths of his colleagues. The cubicle farms outside his cabin buzzed with a low, constant hum of gossip, a tide that rose and fell with the arrival of each new rumor.

"Did you see what happened at the reception a few days back ?" a junior associate whispered, leaning over a partition. "Shanaya tried to block Mrs. Rathore from entering. Said she needed 'priority time' with Kabir. Blocked her path right at the security desk."