Kaelen POV
How dare she?
That tramp dared to walk out of me. Nobody has ever disrespected me the way that girl has. I needed to teach her a lesson.
But first, I have to deal with the rat in front of me.
Henderson stands by my desk. His face is grim. He holds a folder thick with papers.
"Boss, we found him," Henderson says. "The leak. The one feeding information to the Russians."
I lean back in my chair. My fingers drum on the armrest. "Who?"
"Greg. One of the warehouse guards."
Greg. The name does not fit the crime. Greg is meek. Quiet. He keeps his head down and does his job. He has been with me for three years. No trouble. No ambition.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
Henderson opens the folder. He lays out photos. Bank statements. Texts messages. Greg's phone number circled in red.
"He
