The alarm continued to echo through the building.
Slow. Controlled. Unnervingly calm.
It wasn’t the kind of alarm meant to cause panic. It was designed to warn only the people who understood how serious the situation really was.
The man in front of me looked toward the ceiling as if he could somehow see through the floors below us.
“The primary vault,” he muttered again.
The woman beside him was already moving toward the door.
“We have to go down there.”
He grabbed her arm.
“No.”
She frowned. “Why not?”
“Because whoever is down there clearly knows our security structure.”
“That doesn’t mean we wait.”
“It means we don’t walk directly into a trap.”
I watched the two of them quietly.
For people who ran a network that supposedly influenced half the world, they suddenly looked ver
