I left the security office with a heavy heart, the weight of the revelations about Deputy President Mark James and the coordinated breach still fresh in my mind. My office felt like a sanctuary amidst the chaos, but as I entered, it offered little solace. The absence of my files was a stark reminder of the disruption and potential danger we faced.
Sitting at my desk, I tried to focus, but my thoughts kept circling back to the stolen files.
The investigation into Gregory Marks and the intricate web of connections we were uncovering now seemed even more critical. The fact that my files had been targeted specifically meant that whoever was behind this had a vested interest in what I was uncovering. They were willing to go to great lengths to cover their tracks.
