Psychotic Disaster

Chapter 9

Shawn

"Mr. Housel, we've already locked the breach, but we c-can't track the hacker," my head IT manager, Cristoff, said, meeting me in the hallway. His voice cracked in fear.

"How the fuck did this happen?!" I exclaimed clenching my jaw.

"We're still investigating the incident," he said.

We walked briskly to the Information Technology command center, a high-tech room filled with screens and equipment, usually a hub of efficiency but now a chaotic mess of people trying to salvage the situation. 

I listened intently as Cristoff explained how the breach had been detected, the systems that had been compromised, and the efforts being made to contain the damage.

"The hacker got into our financial records and client databases. We have backups, but they could have stolen sensitive information. We're also worried they might have left backdoors to get in again," Cristoff explained.

"I spend millions on cybersecurity, just for this to fucking happen, ya'll better fix it right away!" My voice was tight with frustration and anger.

"We believe it was a sophisticated attack, possibly from a professional group. They covered their tracks well. We're running multiple diagnostics, but it's going to take time," Cristoff replied.

Damnit! 

I ran my hand through my hair, as my mind racing through the air. A breach like this could ruin my company and my parent's legacy. 

"Examine our clients who we trusted with the most confidential information. If I'll knew that the company's information got leaked, their reputation would be shattered." I madly demanded.

"Use every resource we have on this. Call in outside experts if you have to. I want this hacker found and our systems secured," I added, Cristoff just nodded already moving to relay my order. 

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I won't let our company fallout. I couldn't afford to lose control now. I had to be the steady hand guiding his company through this crisis.

The board of directors was in an uproar, demanding answers and assurances. My phone rang every second with calls from concerned clients and partners. I tried my best to reassure them with my confident words, even if my doubt wavered.

Late into the night, I finally left the office, feeling drained and frustrated. As I drove through the quiet streets, my thoughts were drifted to Morgan. 

I haven't apologized to her properly, should I come and visit her tonight? I should bring her food, why would I though? But I really want to see her right now! But it's already 12:51 AM, she might be sleeping, never mind I'll just visit her tomorrow. 

Damn that girl's driving me crazy.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

 I ignored my phone because it might just be my clients asking the same question a hundred times!

But what if it's Morgan calling because she can't sleep? 

I grabbed my phone immediately hoping it's her only to be disappointed seeing Trish's name on it.

"What." I coldly said.

"I missed you babe, ughm..where have you been?" She asked sounding like a pick me girl.

"I don't want you anymore. Stop playing around." I said in serious tone.

"Oh, come on Shawn the contract hasn't ended yet." She responded.