Lena sat at the long conference table her fingers drumming lightly against the polished surface. The air was tense, heavy with unspoken concerns. Across from her, Grayson leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.
“The police are currently on the tail of whoever broke into both our offices,” Grayson said, his voice calm but firm. “Meanwhile, we’ll continue the project using the online files we have. We won’t be meeting physically again for now. Everything will be done online... just in case someone is watching.”
Lena nodded, understanding the caution behind his words. “That makes sense.”
Grayson tapped his fingers against the table. “Select exclusive members from your team who know how to keep their mouths shut. Only they will work with you on this project.”
Len
