Chapter 12 Whispers In The Static

• Ryan POV
• The fluorescent lights of the primary security control room buzzed with a low, irritating hum that always made the late-night shift feel twice as long.
• I sat at the central desk, surrounded by a wall of glowing blue monitors displaying every corner of the Hale Group headquarters. On screen, the building was slowly empting of its daytime life. Janitorial staff pushed carts through the lower corridors, and a few lights remained scattered across the corporate floors, but the overall atmosphere was settling into its routine nightly quiet.