Derek's POV
My comm unit won't stop buzzing. Three different alerts, two emergency calls, and Marcus trying to reach me all at the same time. The security office feels like a war room, and honestly? That's exactly what it is now.
"Derek here," I answer Marcus first. Kid sounds breathless.
"Sir, you need to hear this. Victor's been transmitting data. Everything. Security layouts, guard rotations, ceremony plans. Martinez knows it all."
Fuck. Just... f**k.
"How long?" I ask, already knowing the answer's going to make me want to punch something.
"Three days minimum. Maybe longer."
I lean back in my chair, feeling the weight of every decision I've made this week. Every protocol I've shared, every weakness I've discussed in meetings. Victor heard it all.
"Sir? You still there?"
"Unfort
