KELLAN.

The moment I stepped in through the doors, I knew something was on fire—again.

“Good morning, sir. We've had multiple breach alerts since midnight,” Martins, my assistant, reported without waiting for me to ask. He had worked for me ever since my company skyrocketed, and so he knows when I'm saying or asking something, without voicing it.

Martin kept pace with my long strides as we cut across the main floor. “Three attempts on Lockra servers. One flagged as a Class A protocol ...