My Step Father, My Desire
Knox
I sit behind this massive oak desk, knuckles white from how hard I’m gripping the edge.
The evening light coming through the tall windows.
Mr. Adams is across from me, laptop balanced on his lap, looking all pale and fidgety under that screen glow.
“So you’re telling me we got compromised?” I ask, voice low, but I can hear the rage barely holding back.
He nods slowly, pushes his glasses up with a shaky finger. “Yes. I was digging into those missing funds and this popped up. Someone’s been leaking client data to the competitors. The trail goes right to one of Emma's logins.”