HARRISON
Two hours later, I’ve got three burner emails from contacts who are already combing through Icon’s metadata and corporate back end. If the audio leak came from their system—and I’m positive it did—they’ll find the signature.
They always do.
But I’m still wound tight. Too tight. My whole body is locked like I’ve been clenching everything from the moment Bryce walked in. I’ve had enough of this week. “f**k it.”
I step out of my office and head toward Jack’s. He’s standing, blazer off, sleeves rolled to the elbow like he’s about to choke a spreadsheet.
He looks up. “You okay?”
“No.”
He waits.
“Bryce came in this morning. She had a recording. Vanessa tried to poach her. Took a jab at Gavin. Said VT can’t protect its clients.”
Jack exhales, jaw flexing. “Jesus.”
“Yeah. I’ve g
