Leo sat in front of three monitors, eyes flicking rapidly between code streams and email logs as his fingers flew across the keyboard. A deep silence filled the private operations room they had set up inside the SkyTech Tower.
Daniel stood behind him, arms folded. His patience was wearing thin.
"Tell me you got something," Daniel muttered.
Leo didn't look away from the screen. "Not yet. But whoever's leaking data is careful. They're using encrypted relay servers. Masked IPs." He paused. "This isn't amateur work."
Daniel's jaw tightened. "Which means it's someone who knows exactly how our system works."
A dangerous realization passed between them.
It had to be an insider. Someone with rank. Someone trusted.
Just then, an alert pinged softly.
Leo's brows furrowed. "Wait."
He isolated a string of outbound traffic. Not company emails — internal presentation drafts. Files related to Sara's upcoming charitable foundation announcement.
Daniel stiffened. "Who accessed those files?"
Leo enhanced the timestamp, traced the user authentication trail… and froze.
"…Clara Verma."
Daniel's voice dropped dangerously low. "Clara? Head of public relations?"
Leo nodded slowly. "She didn't send anything directly outside. But she forwarded a 'draft' to a personal email ID that isn't registered in our employee directory."
Daniel's tone sharpened. "So she's passing information quietly through external channels."
Leo glanced up. "You think she's the mole?"
Daniel didn't answer immediately. Instead, he recalled Clara — always calm, always composed… a little too perfect. She had access to every official statement, knew every move before it was announced.
He took a slow breath. "No sudden moves. Don't confront her. Keep watching."
Leo nodded. "You think she's working alone?"
Daniel looked out through the glass wall, toward the bustling office floor where employees moved freely — unaware of the silent storm brewing above them.
"No," he said coldly. "Someone that clean… is usually backed by someone much dirtier."
Meanwhile — in Sara's Office
Sara was reviewing documents when Clara knocked gently and stepped in with her usual polished smile.
"Meeting with the investors is confirmed for Monday," Clara said pleasantly. "Shall I prepare the talking points?"
Sara nodded with gratitude. "Thank you, Clara. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Clara's smile softened.
But just as she turned to leave, Sara noticed — her hand trembled slightly while adjusting her file.
Sara blinked. Clara never trembled.
Something was off.