Dominic
"A mole in our security team." The words hung in the secure conference room of our Paris office, their implications rippling through every contingency plan we'd established.
James stood at attention, his professional composure unwavering despite the blow to his carefully vetted team. "We're conducting discreet background reverifications on all personnel, sir. In the meantime, I've rotated in a separate team from our London office—people with no previous connection to the New York or Paris operations."
Emma sat beside me, her fingers clutching mine beneath the table, the documents from Diane Mercer spread before us. The twins were in the adjacent room, happily engaged with their museum souvenirs under the watchful eye of three security officers personally known to James for over
