ISLA~
"Your accountant called. Your accounts had been monitored and one of them was emptied just before I called you."
I hissed, my hand tightening around the phone until my knuckles turned white against the hallway wall. My teeth ground together so hard my jaw ached.
"Brian, that account is locked behind a split-key offshore encryption. You don't just 'empty' it from a laptop in a basement. It takes authorization tokens. It takes physical validation."
"That's what I'm trying to tell you, Isla," Brian said, his voice dropping into a register that made my blood run completely cold. "The encryption wasn't cracked. The server didn't flag an intrusion because the system thought it was you. Someone used your real legal identity tokens. Someone had the structural routing bypass codes that only your internal circle possesses."
The hallway seemed to tilt. My hand stopped halfway up my chest where I was still trying to button my shirt.
A mole.
