Harold sat in his study, staring at financial reports. The boardroom confrontation had drained him completely.

His company needs a hacker with the information he has gathered.

A soft knock interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in," he called.

Margaret entered first, followed by Nessa. Both women looked defeated, their eyes red-rimmed. Margaret clutched a tissue in her trembling hand.

"Harold," Margaret's voice cracked. "We need to talk."

He finally looked up, his expression cold. "I ...