Page 113 of Power Move
“I can manage that,” I agreed.
31.THE INCIDENT
Davey
Cyber incident.The words came from Eva’s mouth and my heart stopped. Thankfully, I missed all the context, and it was better than I suspected. I’d been focused on her tits so much in this work dress—since I got in the shower this morning and she left early under suspicious circumstances—that I missed this was avendorissue. Apparently, a conglomerate pushed a patch, tanking one of our key services. While this meant online retail was down, it wasn’t a data breach.
Around eleven, Eva rang.
She asked, “Can you call the OB and reschedule our fucking appointment? I have no time.”
“Eva, it’s our big scan,” I protested. “You have time if I say you have time.”
“David, don’t fuck with me. Can you just do it?”
“Don’t fuck with me. Is that how we’re talking now?” I chuckled.
“Punish me for my mouth later.”
“Okay naughty girl. Can’t Claire manage?—”
“I know how Salesbot works better than she does. I have dealt with similar incidents—their cloud provider likes to fuckwith them and their change management team could be better. I do not have time to argue.
“Okay,” I agreed. “I can call them. But only if?—”
“I signed the damn release. You have access. Congrats, Daddy, you’re able to do this.”
“Eva, I still think?—”
“Do you want me to lose you millions of dollars?”
“No,” I answered.
She hung up.
I never saw Eva like this. She didn’tgetfrantic. My worlds collided in the worst way. Despite disappointment, I rescheduled for next week. I’d counted the days until we got to see our boys in vivid 3-D detail—maybe for the first time in full. This was the one that would tell us if they were fine—or not. I expected good things but remained nervous. Eva was, too. So, this had to be something else.
Around one, after zero response to my text confirming that I’d rescheduled it and Meg had her assistant add it to the calendar, I stopped by her office. Two explained something with some guy from the SOC. I didn’t reallyknowwhat an SOC was beyond it handled incidents and did cool cyber things. Everyone stared. The younger people scattered.
“I come in peace,” I joked.
The SOC director made some sort of hand gesture I did not return.
Eva facepalmed, “Star Trek, David. It’s a reference.”
“Oh, no clue,” I said. “Does anyone need anything?”
Eva shook her head, annoyed at the distraction.
“Eva, when was the last time you ate anything?”
“I literally don’t know,” she murmured. “I don’t have time, David.”
“Does anyone here want anything—food, coffee, snacks? Anything?” I asked.
One of the kids piped up. “I’d do almost anything for a burger.”
“Cool,” I said. “Anything on it?”
