The Fallen Billionaire and the Quiet Secretary Who Reclaimed His Empire
“She’s a non-issue,” Marcus said.
“Probably packing her desk as we speak.”
Their footsteps faded as they walked toward the boardroom at the end of the hall.
I looked back at my laptop screen.
The progress bar for the network override was at forty percent.
I needed to map the display output of the boardroom’s central screen.
The board used a smart-glass projector system that ran on the internal network.
Once I bypassed the administrative lock, I could mirror my screen to theirs.
I tapped my fingers on my knees to keep them warm.
The temperature in the room felt like it was dropping.
I thought of Alexander again.
We had met three years ago.
He was the brilliant, distant CEO who barely looked at his assistants.
But I had noticed things.
I noticed when Marcus started changing the accounting software vendors.
I noticed the small discrepancies in the shipping logs.
When I brought them to Alexander, he didn’t dismiss me.
He listened.
And then, they framed him before we could act.
Now, he was sitting in a police station, and I was sitting on a freezing floor.