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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

question, Curtis glanced her way.

Curtis pressed the intercom to summon

sipping his coffee, seemingly unguarded

assistant, who was respectful and attentive, guided Leanne through the various floors, briefly explaining the company's organizational

was a labyrinth of departments and subdivisions, each with its

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 from the software engineering division. Seeing the executive assistant personally giving a

below is dedicated to cybersecurity, safeguarding our banking information system against hackers and breaches. Essentially, our department is

asked, "What about internal threats? Employees acting

strictest management policies in the industry. Not

developers?" Leanne