Page 136 of Hateful Games

“It’s been a whole fucking year since I fired him.” I trusted him explicitly until Rosalie messed with him too. Few minutes in her presence and he was putty in her hands. At least Rosalie had the sense to look guilty but it lasted until I made her work under me for the summer.

“It has to be the mole from last year who manipulated it.”

“And we have no clue who the mole is?”

Samarth’s jaw clenches in embarrassment. It goes to show him and his team’s competency. I hired him because of his fifteen-plus years of experience and impeccable recommendation from his earlier manager. “Unfortunately, no. Whoever it is, they’re smart in evading and hacking.”

“And no one from our cyber department can trace them?”

“Not yet.”

“What about surveillance?”

“Cameras were also hacked and shut off.”

My temper flares to an all-time high. “So, he’s probably sitting with confidential and sensitive information of all our clients. They’re a ticking time bomb.”

It’ll be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

“Our best course of action is to investigate into the team directly involved with both the lost clients. Meanwhile, we’re updating everyone’s systems with tighter security and will see if we can trace anything malicious.”

“Also revoke access to unnecessary team members in our Middle East acquisition project. Only the leads working closely should have access to the files. I also want a full background check on the team who handled the two accounts we lost, especially the last person who had access.”

“Okay.”

“I want those reports on my desk by the end of the day.”

“Of course, I’ll get my team right on it.”

“We need to narrow it down to highly suspicious employees before we announce a full formal investigation. We need to find the person responsible before they do any more damage. Make this your priority.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Send Radha in on your way out.”

Samarth nods and exits my office. Just as I sit down on my desk, my assistant walks in. One glance at my face and her expression becomes nervous. While she manages every task well, I don’t miss how much I intimidate her.

“What did you need, Mr. D’Cruz?”

“Tell HR, whoever was responsible for processing the termination of my old assistant’s account that they’re fired,” I order, and she immediately types it on her tablet. “Set up a meeting with all my department heads for tomorrow morning at nine.”

“I’ll do it right away.”

“That’s it for now.”

She scurries away. I’ve about ten minutes until my first meeting for the day. While I should be going over the notes, my mind wanders to my wife. I absently trace the wedding band on my finger. My mother’s assistant should have reached her by now and I can only imagine the hell Rosalie will be giving the poor soul. Her sharp-witted tongue is not for the faint of heart.

I was surprised when she agreed to meet without a fight. I guess I just assumed now that she’s not under her tyrant father’s thumb, she’d want to explore the freedom to pursue something of her own. Rosalie has an independence streak a mile wide. Plus, she’s had the best education. No way she’ll be satisfied living off of any man’s money given the chance.

Or does she think I’m a conceited prick who wouldn’t allow her?

She must if she didn’t even bother to argue. Then again, I did shoot down her request of wanting a separate bedroom.

But that’s different.

I contemplate for a minute before picking up my phone to send my mother’s assistant back. At the same time, my office door jerks open and in strolls Nathan.

“How’s the missus?” His shit-eating grin gets bigger at my harsh scowl. “She didn’t try to kill you. That’s progress.”

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