Amid the peaceful moment, Eli and I were sharing, the sea breeze carrying the soft sound of waves, our conversation paused as Caleb rushed toward us, his expression tight with panic. I raised a hand, trying to calm him before he even reached the table.
"Caleb, take a breath," I said, my voice steady. "Tell me what's wrong."
He stopped, catching his breath before speaking, his words tumbling out quickly. "I think Maurice is a mole," Caleb said, his eyes darting between Eli and me. "I cannot be sure who he is working for, but something is off. I have been tracking his code and his algorithm. It does not add up."
I leaned forward, my mind quickly shifting gears. Maurice? The thought unsettled me. He had been part of the team for a long time, trusted. If Caleb was right, this was a serious problem. Eli, sensing the gravity of the situation, asked, "Is there a way to block him without him noticing? Keep him from doing any damage?"
