That night, the Weasley Group headquarters was still brightly lit even though it was nearly midnight.
The usually quiet executive floor now felt like a silent battlefield.
The phones rang nonstop.
Incoming emails piled up.
Some staff members walked too quickly.
And everyone began to suspect one another.
Inside his office, Sean stood with his back to the room, gazing at the city of Texas through the tall glass windows.
He held a glass of whiskey in his hand.
But he hadn't taken a sip yet.
His mind was too full.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
"Come in."
The door opened slowly.
The head of the legal division entered with a tense expression, holding a tablet.
"Sir… there's another problem."
Sean gave a hollow chuckle without turning around.
"Of course there is."
The man swallowed before speaking.
"One of the Houston branch directors has been secretly selling internal information to a competitor."
Sean's gaze immediately turned cold.
"Who?"
"Mr. Howard."
Silence.
