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Because I know without a doubt that if my father had been alive, if it had been any other Don, I probably wouldn’t have had much of a choice. Hell, he married his wife to secure an alliance with the De Lucas. And while he and Rosa eventually fell in love and are now happy together, I doubt I’d ever be so lucky.
“Thank you, cugino.” I get to my feet, ready to leave, but Enzo stops me.
“Does this mean you’re contemplating marriage with Steele?” he asks.
My eyebrows rise. “We just started dating, Enzo.”
He rolls his eyes. “Bring him to dinner one of this days. It’s high time we had a conversation.”
“Fine,” I mutter before leaving the office, making sure not to look at Jason as I do so.
CHAPTER 23
Graham
“Fire every single last one of them. Now!” I growl into my phone pacing the length of my office.
An hour ago, a press statement was released that our company would be launching a new product that would change the face of modern technology as we know it. We have no such product in development, but apparently, our company’s servers were hacked by one of our major competitors to undermine us. That shouldn’t be possible. Our firewalls are impenetrable. Or at least I thought they were.
But someone in the IT department slipped up. They missed a vulnerability in our firewall and were able to slip through our systems, sending out the fake statement from our own servers. It’s a fucking disaster.
Taylor rushes into my office just as I settle in front of my laptop. It’s 7 p.m. She got off work two hours ago and I’m surprised she came back.
“Hey,” I murmur, powering on my laptop.
“I saw the press statement. How are we going to take care of damage control?”
“PR is already working on a counter statement. But it’s fucking embarrassing that we were hacked like that. I’m sure it’ll have adverse effects on our sales,” I say angrily.
The computer comes on and I reach for the side of my table, grabbing my glasses. Taylor stops short at the sight of them, her brown eyes resting on my face for a second, but she doesn’t comment on it.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Right now, I’m going to try to track down and delete every copy of the press statement. If you could please handle my phone calls in the meantime?” I ask her, gesturing at my phone that’s already blowing up. “If it’s reporters, tell them the news is fake. If my father calls, tell him I’m already handling it. Don’t pick up my personal calls otherwise.”
Taylor nods, grabbing the phone and walking out of the office to give me space to work. I spend the next two hours painstakingly tracking down every website the press statement was leaked to, crashing them with a carefully placed virus or two.
Soon enough, I’m satisfied that I’ve killed any further news on the press statement. It’s already out there and I’m sure people will have seen it, but our PR team released a statement urging the public not to believe any news of a product launch. We just launched a catalog of gadgets earlier in the year. Already having something else lined up and ready to go is ludicrous.
I call for Taylor to return into my office with my phone once I’m done. She does, and I don’t miss the forced innocent expression on her face.
“Who called?” I ask, accepting the phone.
“A few reporters,” she replies.
“And?”
Her cheeks flush. She tosses her brown hair over her shoulder, her expression intentionally blank. “A woman who referred to herself as your girlfriend. I told her you were busy,” Taylor states.
My eyebrows rise. I scroll through my call log, finding that Isabella really had called thirty minutes ago.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Taylor? I told you not to answer any personal calls,” I say angrily.
She rolls her eyes. “When did you start using glasses?”
“What?” I grit out.
“The glasses. You acted like I drowned your cat when I suggested you start using them. What changed your mind?”
