“My team wrote that code,” Aaron said.

“We built the foundation from scratch in the old Brooklyn office.

This is a targeted attack by a disgruntled secretary.

We need to leverage our legal team to optimize our defense strategy against this slander.”

I tapped my wedding ring against the mahogany table.

The sound was sharp in the quiet room.

“Jasmine is Clara Hart,” I said.

“Her father owned the servers you copied the files from.”