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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."

nearby sofa, finishing half a slice of cake. During a pause in their discussion,

her question, Curtis glanced her way.

Maddox could respond, Curtis pressed the intercom to summon the executive assistant, instructing, "Show

remained calm, sipping his coffee, seemingly unguarded

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

headquarters was a labyrinth of departments and subdivisions,

upon a manager from the software engineering division. Seeing the executive assistant personally giving a tour,

systems that keep our bank operational The floor below is dedicated to

about internal threats? Employees

question. "VectorVista has the strictest management policies in the industry. Not even I, as a manager, have the authority to tamper with client

the system developers?" Leanne