This is all my fault. I should’ve checked the price list before signing off on extra security. But old habits are hard to break. I’ve never really had to think about costs before—it was always someone else’s problem. Now it’s staring me in the face, and I have no clue how to handle it.
“The costs include round-the-clock monitoring, additional personnel, specialized equipment, and—” the head of security drones on.
“Specialized equipment?” I stare at the page, the numbers blurring. “What are you guarding me from? Armageddon?”
“Ma’am, these were the services you approved when we increased security measures three weeks ago.”
I toss the file onto the coffee table and slump back into the chair, rubbing at my temples. The glass shard in my other hand glints dangerously, and I set it down on t
