The Coles Group cybersecurity command centre was alive with noise.
Red alerts flashed across screens. Anomalous activity buzzed through encrypted firewalls. Something was off. Deeply off.
Caleb stormed into the room, Chase right behind him.
“What’s happening?” Chase barked.
A young analyst, panic rising in her voice, spun around in her chair.
“We’ve got a silent siphon. Small amounts of data — funds, internal reports, encryption keys — being funnelled out through low-priority server paths. It’s clean. Professional. Hidden in daily backup noise.”
“Where’s the breach?” Caleb asked, voice razor-sharp.
“We’re tracking it now,” the analyst replied. “Whoever this is… they knew our infrastructure too well. It’s an inside job.”
Chase’s jaw clenched.
“Victor.”
Caleb nodded grimly.
“He
