Richard
The Triad gathered in my office, the news that we might have the enemy somewhere within my own corporation leaves me queasy. Michael is sombre. James is masked, and Charlotte sits, blinking hard and fidgeting.
“I’ll review our employment procedures, the safety checks and so on,” I say to James, stabbing at the intercom. “Francis, do you have a minute?”
“On my way, Mr Haswell.”
She enters, notebook and pen in hand. “Thank you, Francis. Did you listen in to what we were just discussing?”
Her face clouds over. “I did, sir. I can’t imagine who….”
I silence her with an upraised palm. “I’d like you to assemble a list of all new employees we’ve taken on in say, the last six months….” I c**k a brow at James and he nods. “We can consider from there who might have access to sensitive i
