The CEO of Tech Xclusive, Patrick Grayson, in his early forties, paced his office, his usually sharp features twisted in frustration. His sleek, modern office was in disarray—a stark contrast to the controlled environment he demanded. Papers were strewn across the desk, monitors displayed lines of broken code, and a half-empty glass of scotch sat precariously on the edge of his desk.
"How the hell did this happen?" he barked, slamming his fist onto the desk, the sound reverberating through the room. "The code's gone. Not just gone—replaced with gibberish. What is the team doing?"
His assistant, Eleanor, stood by the door, her face a careful mask of calm. "The team is working around the clock, but the dummy code runs deep. It's not just one game, sir. It seems... all of our flagship games have been compromised."
Patrick turned to face her, his eyes narrowing. "All of them?"
