Even though Jack Monroe's penthouse office had the best art and furnishings money could buy, the ambiance was everything but calm. Jack had an expression that could freeze blood as he stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and gazed out at the city lights. As Victor Kane, his most trusted enforcer, broke the news to him, his fists clenched at his sides.
"Your Cayman account was compromised," Victor stated somberly. 75 million dollars. Disappeared.
Jack's black eyes narrowed and his jaw tensed. "And you're telling me that you have no idea who is responsible?"
Victor hesitated, which was unusual for the typically assured man. "Not just yet. However, we are investigating the breach. We will eventually find the person who did this since they left a trail.
