Alexander's POV
The mole was someone in my inner circle.
David confirmed it at eight a.m. Thursday, sitting across from me in my office with a printout that showed three internal documents Sterling had referenced in his press materials. Documents that had never left the executive floor. Documents that only twelve people had access to.
"I've narrowed it to four," David said. "Based on access logs and timing."
"Who?"
"Patricia. James. Harold." He paused. "And Victoria's husband has a contact inside our IT department we only just identified."
I looked at the list. Patricia had been with me for ten years. James was my brother. Harold had built this company alongside me for seventeen years. And Richard Sterling had apparently been more organized about this than I'd given him credit for.
