HAROLD ASHFORD'S POV
Harold's phone rang, dragging him from the bourbon-induced haze he'd been enjoying in his study. He glanced at the screen and frowned. His IT Director. At one in the morning.
"This better be important, Patterson," he growled into the phone.
"Mr. Ashford, we have a situation." Patterson's voice was tight with panic. "A major security breach. Someone hacked into our system....got past everything. They copied files, planted a virus, and....sir, they've published everything online."
Harold's blood ran cold. "What do you mean, everything?"
"Financial records. Email correspondence. Internal documents. Everything from the past twenty years. It's all on a public server now, fully accessible to anyone."
The bourbon glass slipped from Harold's fingers, shattering on the hardwood floor. "How is that possible? We have the best security money can buy!" We spent millions on our cybersecurity infrastructure! You assured me our system was impenetrable!"
