Asher's POV
Everyone who had access to the executive network was called into the conference room.
Finance.
IT.
Legal.
HR.
Security.
The heavy glass doors slid shut, sealing twenty high-ranking executives and senior staff inside the soundproof space. Nobody spoke. The atmosphere was stifling, thick with mutual suspicion and anxiety. Everyone in the room knew the Iron President didn't hold emergency assemblies unless a catastrophic line had been crossed.
I stood at the head of the long mahogany conference table, my arms crossed, my shadow stretching across the polished floor under the harsh overhead track lights.
Parker stepped up to the wall-mounted interactive display, tapping the tablet in his hand to cast a series of detailed technical logs.
"The fraudulent email originated fro
