Xavier paced back and forth in his office, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The events of the past 24 hours had been a whirlwind—a near catastrophe narrowly averted. The virus had been neutralized, and the damage to Cole Enterprises minimized, but the battle wasn't over. Anderson's moves were growing bolder, and his audacity had reached a new level of danger.
Elizabeth entered the office, her presence a soothing contrast to the storm raging in Xavier's mind. She closed the door softly, her expression serious.
"How bad is it?" she asked.
Xavier stopped pacing and turned to her. "Clara managed to contain the virus, but the breach exposed sensitive data. Anderson got what he wanted, at least partially."
Elizabeth's brow furrowed. "What kind of data?"
