James POV
I didn't move for a long moment.
Mole. Someone in my building, in the room where I made decisions I trusted to stay private.
I thought about the press conference morning. Patricia matching into my office with her tablet and her talking points. Marcus walking in with two coffees before I'd asked for any.
Two people.
In twelve years of building Scott Industries I had trusted exactly those two people with the kind of access that made betrayal possible.
Marcus had been with me since the beginning, since the first office that was really just a room above a print shop in Cambridge with a secondhand desk and a lease I could barely cover. Patricia had come four years later, sharp and efficient and loyal in the way that made you stop double-checking things because you'd never had re
