“I know, Mr. Grayson.” I study his agedface.
The deep wrinkles near his dark brown eyes give him character and make him appear kinder than everyone knows him to be. The man’s a pit bull and would take out any enemy that got in hisway.
“I promise to protectInterstellar.”
He pats the top of my hand. “Thank you,dear.”
I give his hand a small squeeze before he walks out and I turn to find an empty boardroom. Standing here, I close my eyes and give myself exactly five seconds to let fear seep inside. Just enough time to allow it to finally hit home. I count to five and then head straight to my office to start to deal withCozza.
As I shut my office door, I lean against it. The enormity of what’s transpired is enough to crush me. How could this possibly be happening? I thought I had done everything in my power to surround myself with the best people—the most loyal, most driven. But there is a mole somewhere. Why now? It’s too close to the engine development to be coincidence. This is calculated and led by someone in-house who spilled the news of the design to our competition. When everything seemed to be clicking into place, the bottom dropped out, and now I must do everything in my power to fixit.
I push off the door and head toward my desk to devise a plan, one which starts with my VP. “Cassie, get Josh in here and take messages on any calls today. We’re not to bedisturbed.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Cassie replies before I disconnect thecall.
I won’t leave the office until I have confidence that our team has asolution.
I wouldn’t godown.
Notnow.
Not likethis.
Notever.
