(Andrew POV)
"What if it's someone we know?". Luke had asked. He'd tossed it out last night, casual, like it didn't twist the knife deeper. Julia had frozen, staring at him. I'd barked for them back to work, but it stuck with me, someone close, screwing us. I shook it off, grabbing my phone. IT needed to hear from me, now.
I stormed down the hall, the elevator felt like it was moving too slow. My fist clenched around the phone, Luke's question looping. Someone we know. Who? I'd find them, rip them apart.
The IT floor was a mess, screens blinking, techs scrambling. I slammed a laptop shut, the c***k loud. "Fix this or you're all out!" I roared, glaring at them.
The lead guy flinched, his hands up. "We're close, sir, narrowing the source."
"Close isn't good enough," I snapped. A monitor
