Tom McCarthy
“Tom, we have a problem.”
The investor’s voice on the phone was cold and direct. Tom stood in the middle of his dimly lit study, phone pressed tightly to his ear, his free hand clenched into a fist.
“What kind of problem?” Tom asked, his tone already sharp with irritation.
“It’s not random bugs. Someone has been deliberately sabotaging the app from the inside. We traced the access logs. It’s Lucy. She’s been logging in with admin privileges and injecting code that causes the crashes. She’s been doing it for weeks.”
Tom’s blood ran cold, then immediately boiled over with rage. Lucy. The same woman who had tried to seduce him, who had been circling him like a vulture.
He didn’t say another word. He ended the call, grabbed his coat, and stormed out of the house.
He found L
