Friday, 2:00 PM. Vanguard Holdings, CEO's Office.
The atmosphere in Victoria's office was a stark contrast to the frantic energy of the bunker. It was quiet, pristine, and completely insulated from the chaos that had just ripped through the company's IT infrastructure.
Victoria was standing by the window, looking out at the city, a glass of sparkling water in her hand. Sofia Aldridge was sitting on the white leather sofa, her legs crossed elegantly, tapping away on a sleek tablet.
I walked in, the heavy oak doors clicking shut behind me.
"Damage report," I said, bypassing the pleasantries and walking straight to the center of the room.
Victoria turned, her expression a mask of cool, corporate annoyance. "The external firewalls held, but barely. Our public-facing servers were down for forty-seven minutes. The press is already running stories about a 'massive cyber-breach' at Vanguard. Our stock took a two percent hit in the afternoon trading session."
