As soon as the locks clicked, he hurried inside. He probably had about ten minutes before the security team noticed the outage and dispatched a crew to investigate and repair. But he'd be long gone by then. He avoided the elevators , shooting up the stairs. CFO's office was right below the Director's. He just needed access to his fucking computer. That asshole was married with kids, but men like that always had secrets. Financial records and internal communication always painted a deliciously incriminating picture. Whatever he found, it'd be released by the end of the week on every platform.

He arrived on the proper floor, and swore. There, sitting at a desk with a single computer illuminating them, was a young employee. . Was that a fucking intern? What the were they doing here this late? This threw everything off.

Immediately restructuring his plans, he took a deep breath. He was completely covered. He had the size and weight advantage. He knew how to fight. And he wasn't leaving without the information on that fucking computer after all this effort.

He stepped out of the shadows, startling them. "Keep your fucking hands where I can see them, drone. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, and I can guarantee that you won't enjoy the hard way."* He pulled out a few zip ties and weathered cloth. He'd bind their wrists and blindfold and gag them. "Move away from the fucking computer and get on your knees. Hands behind your back."