The glass wall of Mike Richard’s office shimmered under the golden glow of the late afternoon sun, but the warmth outside had no place inside the icy silence that filled the room.
His jaw clenched tightly as his eyes fixed on the projection screen. Red numbers blinked like sirens. Another breach. Another financial dip. Another attempt to cripple his empire.
And Mike was done pretending it was a coincidence.
He leaned back in his leather chair, arms crossed, face stone-cold. The board members seated around the oval table exchanged uneasy glances. No one dared speak first.
Finally, Mr. Caldwell cleared his throat. “Sir, this is the third unexplained activity in the last ten days. Our cybersecurity team thinks someone inside may be feeding information to a competitor—”
“I know what they
