Chapter 148

• THERON POV
• The so-called top tech expert from our security division strolled into my office with a face full of irritation an expression that strongly mirrored the one his superior had worn earlier today. Of course, that was before our "chat." The head of security had left my office fuming. I had no illusions that this conversation would go any better.
• Grantham looked to be in his thirties unkempt brown hair, a few days' stubble, and a wardrobe that skirted dangerously close to insubordination. No uniform, just a wrinkled gray button-up shirt and what I suspected were sweatpants. I couldn’t yet decide if he was bold or just plain stupid.