It was eight o'clock when Victoria entered the small conference room on the 22nd floor, usually used for the IT & Security team's weekly sprint review. But this morning, the room was filled with tense faces, most wearing hoodies that read "CyberSec" and the expressions of eyes that hadn't slept all night.
At the end of the table, Evan stood with his laptop open, nodding slowly as he watched Victoria enter.
"Thanks for being on time," he said, his flat voice only slightly warmer than the air conditioning that cooled the room. "Here we go."
Victoria sat on the right side of the table and opened her own laptop, trying not to be distracted by the sardonic stares of several technicians who didn't even try to hide their distrust of her.
"As you know," Evan began, "The last thirty-seven hours
