Just a Trojan Horse

As noon approached, Donovan intended to take Mason to a nearby restaurant for lunch.

Just as they were about to leave, Leander rushed in, a rare look of urgency etched on his usually composed face. “Mr. Whitmore, we have a problem. Someone is attacking our security system, and all of our computers have frozen,” he reported.

“What did the technical department say?” Donovan immediately rose from his