The boardroom of Raichand Enterprises was built to intimidate. A massive, oval glass table occupied the center of the room, surrounded by leather chairs that currently held the company’s top executives. At the head of the table sat Natasha.

​She had her laptop open, the blue light catching the sharp, unforgiving angles of her face. Her arms were crossed, her black blazer making her look like a judge presiding over a courtroom rather than a CEO attending a marketing pitch.