Chapter 18
The Zimmerman Group headquarters was bathed in the warm hues of the sunset. Sebastian glanced at his watch, his brow furrowed, thinking, ‘How is Unihorizon Group still hanging in there?”
“Mr. Zimmerman,” Truman said, his face pale as he entered. “Unihorizon has some top–notch hackers. They blocked the attacks and even hacked back into the hacker’s systems. All the confidential data is exposed. We’re looking at losses of around 10 million dollars.”
Sebastian stayed cool as a cucumber. He’d already guessed something like this would happen, given the delayed report.
Truman braced himself for a scolding, but after what felt like forever, he heard Sebastian ask, “Who’s their hacker?”
“Still no clue,” Truman replied.
I employed the Beliston’s best hacker team and they couldn’t dig up a single piece of info? This’s getting interesting. Sebastian thought. His lips curled into a smirk, but his sharp eyes stayed cold as ice.
Unihorizon Group was full of surprises. “Drop it for now,” Sebastian said calmly. “Have someone tail Cheryl.” He believed Cheryl would meet Yasmine someday.
Truman nodded and was about to make the call when his phone buzzed. He stared at the screen,. his eyes widening in disbelief.
“What’s up?” Sebastian asked.
Truman hesitated, and then handed over his phone after a long pause, keeping his head down, too scared to look at Sebastian.
The screen showed a message from Tieline Design: [Tieline Gala–Sebastian not allowed inside!]
Meanwhile, over at Unihorizon Group, Yasmine collapsed into her chair, exhausted. Sebastian really pulled out all the stops; he’d hired Beliston’s top hacking team.
But Yasmine smirked as she read the new message on her phone: [Sorry, Nirvana, we didn’t know Unihorizon was under your protection. Can we meet? I’ve got some technical questions.]
She found that the hacker team was using the cybersecurity manuals she’d written. She read the message again before closing her phone. She wasn’t gonna reply; she didn’t want any links to anyone related to Sebastian.
“Yasmine, you’re amazing!” Cheryl sat beside Yasmine, her eyes shining. “When did you learn all this computer stuff? You never told me.”
Yasmine’s smile faded. She learned it when she was at the Zimmerman residence. The memories weren’t exactly pleasant. She changed the topic. “Sorry, I got you involved, Cheryl.”
“Stop talking nonsense. This gives me leverage with Hayden. Now he owes me two dinners.”
Cheryl was bubbling with excitement like she was about to break into a victory dance right there on the carpet.
Yasmine chuckled from the couch. “Enough joking. Go home and rest. We’ve got a big night tomorrow. I need my beauty sleep.
Cheryl blinked up at her with those puppy–dog eyes.
Twenty years of friendship meant Yasmine could read Cheryl like an open book. She raised an eyebrow. “Let me guess. You’ve got some surprises planned?”
Cheryl shook her head dramatically. “Nope, this is just payback. Anyway, tomorrow’s gonna be quite a show.”
