Dylan went pale. For the first time in a decade, his hands shook.
He leaned back. “I’m betting on math. Drought is a variable. I hedge variables.” -MoneyTalks- Dylan Daniels- Mila Marx- Indigo V...
That was the name on the encrypted account that had been siphoning 0.001% of every trade Dylan had made for the past eighteen months. A rounding error. Invisible to most algorithms. But not to Mila. Dylan went pale
He should have fired her. Instead, he funded her next investigation—a clean energy exposé that made her editors weep with joy. “No strings,” he said. She didn’t believe him. She was right not to. “I’m betting on math
“No.” His voice cracked. “She’s been taking. She must have figured out my old security questions. Mother’s maiden name. First pet. She’s been bleeding me for years, and I was so blinded by the total number in my account, I never saw the tiny leaks.”