Vanessa paced her office, the tension in her chest growing heavier with every second. She couldn’t let this drag on. The mole had to be identified before the end of the day. Picking up her phone, she called Damien.
“Vanessa,” Damien’s voice was brisk.
“Get to my office now,” she said without preamble. “We have a serious problem.” She added.
“I’ll be there in two minutes,” he replied and hung up immediately.
Few minutes later,
“What’s going on?” Damien asked, shutting the door behind him.
“We have a mole,” Vanessa said bluntly. “Someone leaked the designs for our new product to Grey Enterprises. They launched it ahead of us this morning.”
Damien’s jaw tightened. “Do we have any leads?”
“Not yet,” Vanessa admitted. “But we don’t have time to play detective. I want this person caught
