Chapter 425
"One more word and another 300 words," said Byron.
While the father and son chatted, security uncovered the spy's background. He was a five-year company veteran, recently promoted to department head. He appeared honest and hardworking, with a good reputation. No one suspected he was an opponent's spy.
They found company secrets and bidding documents on his USB drive. He was exceptionally well-hidden, quietly gathering valuable information. His elaborate scheme was nearing success, until the McDaniel boys intervened. Now, a prison cell awaited.
His boss was implicated, as most of the leak originated from him. The internal memo created widespread unease; everyone felt like a potential spy. The McDaniel boys' accomplishment became the hottest topic. The difference between overseas and home—legal guns—surprised many. People marveled at the children's shooting skills, praising Mr. McDaniel's parenting.
The branch president delivered gifts, grateful for their intervention; his job hinged on their success. He found the boys by the sofa table, writing with serious expressions.
"Mr. McDaniel, your boys are remarkable," the branch CEO praised. "They prioritized homework despite the excitement. Their intelligence and quick thinking prevented a major security breach. They deserve a reward."
Byron glanced at the boys. "I've already taken care of that."
The boys gripped their pens tighter. Were they facing a "reward" of no dinner for unfinished homework? Their anxieties were unshared.
Maeve remained unaware of her sons' exploits. Yoke headquarters' intensive training proved beneficial, though she sensed hostility from other executives who saw her as a future branch manager. A top designer, she could easily replace them, but stated she owned a studio and wasn't seeking Yoke employment. This lessened their animosity.
At noon, two designers invited her to lunch.
"Oh, beautiful lady, may I sit beside you?" A flirtatious male voice interrupted. Maeve looked up to see a man with curly brown hair, offering a plate and a wink.
She politely declined.
Maeve furrowed her brow. "I don't need friends like you."