Adrian.
The board meeting had been going for three hours, and Adrian Pierre was ready to burn the entire building down.
"The stock dropped another eighteen points," Harrison Webb announced, his jowls quivering with barely suppressed rage. "Eighteen points, Adrian. Do you understand what that means?"
Adrian understood perfectly. It meant his company—his empire—was hemorrhaging value like a gutshot victim bleeding out on the pavement.
"I'm aware of the numbers, Harrison."
"Are you?" Marcus Chen leaned forward, his skeletal fingers steepled on the conference table. "Because from where we're sitting, it looks like you've completely lost control of this situation."
Adrian's jaw tightened. These vultures had been circling since the data breach. Since someone—he still didn't know who—had in
