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“Hello.” She sounded like hell.
“You got a cold?” he asked as he made his way toward his office.
“No,” she replied. “Are you in the office?”
“Yeah. Are you?”
“I was in the restroom.” He turned to see her standing in the hallway. As he made his way toward her, he couldn’t miss her bloodshot eyes.
“You need to see a doc?” he asked.
“Can we talk in my office real quick?”
Once there, she shut the door. “Tommy stopped by late last night and ended things.” She wiped her eyes. “I really liked him. Anyway, I know we’ve got a huge problem with the breach, but I probably should have called out sick.”
“I didn’t realize you guys were a thing.”
“We went out a couple of times, hung at my place as well. Clearly, I was more into him than he was into me.” She blew her nose. “I need to shake this off and get to work.”
“I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” he said. “Take a day if you need to get yourself together.”
“Last week, he sent me a pic of us.” She spun her monitor around and clicked on an email with a photo of her and Tommy. “I opened it this morning and kinda lost it.”
As much as he relied on her, her head wasn’t in the game. He needed to handle things, then put out the fires from the breach.
“After I lock down the system, I’m meeting with the exec team and account managers,” he said.
“I’ll sit in on your meeting, that way I’ll be up to speed.”
Hawk left her office, strode down the hall and into his. But he didn’t shut the door. He needed to create the illusion that he had this, which, at the moment, he wasn’t sure he did. He fired up his computer and got to work.
First, he deactivated Wayne’s ID, which HR should have done days ago. Then, he scanned every account. Twenty minutes later, he had the full picture.
A total of eleven residential clients had been hacked. Ten had bedroom videos posted online. The eleventh client was Ken and Sabrina Stoolin. Their orgy-party videos had been uploaded to several online websites. The person who posted them called himself The Truth.
The clients were well-known, prominent professionals in the community. Stoolin was a plastic surgeon. Four were high-powered attorneys. Three were popular politicos. Two were university presidents, and the last one was a retired CEO of a Tech company. Five lived in Northern Virginia, four lived in suburban Maryland, and two lived in DC.
With each of the videos, The Truth posted a caption.
Hawk Security ISN’T Secure
As bad as it was, it could have been much worse. None of his business or government accounts had been breached. For that, he was grateful.
He locked his system down, limiting the number of people who could view all accounts to him, Mags, and his VP of Client Accounts. It was a temporary solution until he determined who had fucked with his business.
Time for his meeting. He left his office, walked down the hall, and sailed into the conference room. Everyone grew silent, all eyes on him.
He sat at the head. “Hey, team, how’s everyone doing?”
“I’m a little freaked, boss man,” one of his account managers admitted. “A bunch of my clients have called, and I’m not sure what to tell them.”
Hawk was seething, but they didn’t need to see that. His demeanor affected their actions. If he stayed calm and in control, they’d mirror his behavior. Half of them looked rattled enough on their own, no need to fuel the fire. His gaze floated around the room as he inhaled a calming breath.
“Eleven residential accounts were hacked,” he began. “The breach didn’t extend to our government or commercial accounts, which is great. Call your clients and tell them the truth. Let them know the situation is being resolved. Assure them that their security is our top priority and that the system has been locked down. If you’ve got customers who want out, email me their contact info and I’ll talk to them.”
Several nodded.
“Questions?”
