~ Damon ~
The conference room was eerily quiet.
Twelve people sat around the table, representing six different departments. It was time for our quarterly strategy review with one of my tech subsidiaries.
I was focused, my gaze split between the screen and the numbers that just didn’t add up.
Control. Calm. Precision. That was my groove.
Then, my phone buzzed in my lap—screen down, on silent.
Only one name lit up the display.
Nathalie.
I picked up the phone, keeping my face neutral.
“Excuse me,” I murmured, already rising from my seat.
No one objected.
They never did.
I stepped into the hallway and answered on the second ring.
“What’s going on?”
Her voice was sharp, filled with urgency. “We’ve had a breach.”
“Where?”
“Blackwood International. Executive floor. Internal syste
