The Secret Whisperer
“I will not be mocked by some cyber security jester. Give me the bloody virus or—”
“Or what?” Tom interrupted, tilting his head with faux curiosity. “You’ll unleash your Tweedledee and Tweedledum? I hate to break it to you, but they don’t look like they can tell a USB from a UBS.”
Grossman’s glare could have melted steel as his hand dipped inside his jacket, hinting at concealed weapon. The henchmen mirrored the movement, their jackets parting to reveal the glint of holstered guns.
“Time’s up, Tomas,” Grossman said, his voice dripping with poison. “Be wise.”
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