Kaya stared at the black-and-gold keycard in Bradley's shaking hand.
This wasn't just a case of a pathetic, arrogant junior employee trying to flirt. This was a catastrophic, staggering breach of corporate security. A Vice President of her company had casually left an omni-clearance badge sitting on a desk, allowing an unvetted contractor to waltz directly into the most secure level of her empire—a level that housed armored vehicles, secure communication lines, and direct elevator access to her personal office.
If Bradley had been an operative for the Obsidian Syndicate, or a hitman hired by Elias Thorne's surviving loyalists, Kaya could have been assassinated simply because an executive was too lazy to secure his credentials before flying to Mexico.
The air around Kaya seemed to physically drop in temperature. The faint, annoyed CEO vanished completely. The woman standing in the garage now was the Commander who had slaughtered a path through the Venom-tooth Canyons.
