Chapter 49 A Taste Of Chaos

• Whitney swept into the Flynn Corporation headquarters like a hurricane made of silk and venom. The moment she stepped onto the executive floor, the sea of employees parted, every head bowing low as though avoiding the gaze of a starving predator.
• The IT department, in particular, looked as though they were marching to their own executions.
• "What is the meaning of this?!" she snarled, her heels cracking against the marble like gunshots. "I pay you exorbitant salaries, and not a single one of you can handle a basic breach? What exactly am I keeping you on the payroll for?"