Tiffany sat in her office, contemplating what to do next. A sharp knock interrupted her thoughts. “Come in,” she barked, composing herself.

Marco, one of her most trusted men, entered. His usual swagger was muted, replaced by a nervous energy that set Tiffany’s teeth on edge.

“You wanted to see me, boss?”

Tiffany’s eyes narrowed. “The Rossi deal. How did our competitors know the exact terms?”

Marco shifted his weight, not quite meeting her gaze. “I… I don’t know. Maybe ...