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Curtis casually reached out his right hand, playfully tugging at her earlobe as he spoke into the phone, "For your daughter-in-law's sake, I'll humor you with a chat. We'll be there in thirty minutes."

The timing of the call was a godsend. While walking into the grand facade of VectorVista Bank's headquarters, thoughts of her father once working within these same walls flooded Leanne with a mix of emotions that she couldn't quite place.

Maddox's office starkly contrasted with Curtis', exuding an air of solemnity and depth characteristic of a seasoned executive.

He was at the coffee table, making coffee as Curtis led Leanne in. "Take a seat," he said.

On the table were slices of red velvet cake and coffee specially prepared for them. "Have something to nibble on. We'll grab lunch after we wrap up here."

Leanne replied with a polite, "Thank you, Maddox."

half a slice

question, Curtis glanced

pressed the intercom to summon the executive assistant, instructing,

sipping his coffee, seemingly unguarded toward

Leanne through the various floors, briefly explaining the company's organizational

labyrinth of departments and subdivisions, each with its

time, listening intently and occasionally asking questions, which the executive assistant gladly elaborated on. The IT department alone spanned three floors. Upon reaching the ninth floor, they stumbled upon a manager

for developing and maintaining software systems that keep our bank operational The floor below is dedicated to cybersecurity, safeguarding our banking information system against hackers and breaches. Essentially,

"What about internal threats?

visibly shaken by the question. "VectorVista has the strictest management policies

the system developers?" Leanne probed