The storm came sooner than they expected.
It started with a phone call.
Dorian was in his office, reviewing security reports, when his phone buzzed. He almost ignored it until he saw the caller ID—Marcus Hale, Vivienne’s brother. The same man who once managed Dorian’s overseas accounts before betraying him to Riven.
He answered sharply. “What do you want, Marcus?”
A short laugh came through the line. “Still as charming as ever. I just thought you’d want to know, your company’s files have been breached.”
Dorian’s grip on the phone tightened. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Check your servers. Someone leaked confidential data to the press. Financial records. Projects. Emails. Everything.”
Dorian’s heartbeat spiked. “You’re lying.”
“Am I?” Marcus said coolly. “Turn on the news
