2025-04-25 22:49:16Morning sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lawson Industries’ headquarters, illuminating the sleek steel desks and humming servers lining the open-plan office.
The steady click of keyboards and low murmur of meetings formed the usual soundtrack of corporate life. Behind a polished mahogany desk in her corner office, Lilian Lawson stared at her monitor, fingers hovering over the keyboard. She’d thrown herself into a half-finished marketing proposal, determined to drown out the echoes of Silas Lancaster’s rise to prominence. Despite Damien’s reassurances—that Silas’s ascension was a contrived spectacle—her mind kept circling back to the possibility that it was all too real. Every headline, every blinking news ticker seemed to taunt her with Silas’s name. She exhaled and refocused on the spreadsheet before her when the door burst open. Lilian jerked upright as her younger brother, Derek, stormed in, laptop in hand, eyes wide with alarm. “What the hell?!” Lilian snapped, slamming her palm on the desk. “Why are you barging into my office like a tornado?” Derek ignored her fury and thrust the laptop toward her. The screen glowed with an urgent red banner: “SECURITY ALERT: CLEARANCE LEVEL DROP DETECTED.” “Look at this,” he said, voice taut. “Our top-secret documents—financial audits, client contracts, R&D files—lost their security clearance at 08:03 this morning. They’re exposed. One wrong click and they could leak out permanently.” Derek poured out, completely ignoring his elder sister’s complaints. Lilian snatched the laptop, scanning lines of system logs and error messages scrolling in real time. Her heart hammered. “No… no, this can’t be happening. These files are classified ‘Lawson Top Secret.’ Only I have clearance.” Derek ran a hand through his hair. “Exactly, only you have the clearance Lilian. How did this happen on your watch? You’re the only one with that level of access.” Her chest tightened. “I’m as confused as you are,” she whispered, voice cracking. She closed her eyes for a second, willing herself not to panic. “But we don’t have time to argue,” Derek said, urgency edging his tone. “We need to go to the ICT department now—get them to lock down those files before any unauthorized access occurs.” Lilian nodded, adrenaline sharpening her focus. “Right.” She grabbed her blazer and followed Derek out. *** They sprinted through the corridors to the ICT suite—a glass-partitioned room buzzing with server fans and clusters of technicians huddled over workstations. Wires snaked across the floor like metallic vines. “Stop everything!” Derek called as they burst in. “Our top-secret documents have lost clearance. I need a full security lockdown—now!” A tech lead, a bespectacled woman named Maria, swivelled in her chair. “On it,” she said, fingers flying across a backlit keyboard. “Suspending current processes.” She tapped a command, and the room’s screens flickered, dashboards switching to a single prompt: “ENTER EMERGENCY PROTOCOL.” Lilian, knees weak, watched as Maria and her team spun into action. Maria spoke rapid-fire tech jargon: “Deploying virtual sandbox… redirecting outgoing packets… elevating firewall defenses… implementing temporal encryption—temporary keys rolling. We’ll patch the clearance levels manually once we stabilize the system.” Derek stood beside Maria, reviewing logs on a nearby tablet. “Any sign of unauthorized entry?” Maria shook her head, sweat beading at her hairline. “Not yet. We’ve quarantined the risk zone. It’ll buy us time—maybe fifteen minutes—before anyone can access those files externally.” Lilian rubbed her temples, every muscle tensed. “Fifteen minutes,” she muttered. “And then they could all be gone.” Derek put a steady hand on her shoulder. “We’ll fix this, Lilian. You’re the only one who can restore those clearance levels. Once it’s locked down, walk us through the security protocols.” She nodded, swallowing hard. “Okay. Thank you.” *** Time stretched as Lilian and her brother watched the progress bars inch forward. Each second felt like a lifetime. The hum of servers grew deafening in her ears. She glanced at the digital clock on the wall: 08:17. Maria’s voice cut through the tension. “Quarantine successful. Files secured. Unauthorized access prevented.” “Great work!” Derek exclaimed, exhaling. Lilian sagged against the back of a chair. Maria tapped another series of commands. “I’ll hold this in lockdown mode until Ms. Carter restores the clearance. Then we can revalidate permissions and audit the logs for anomalies.” Lilian squared her shoulders and stepped to Maria’s console. She entered her credentials—two-factor authentication, security dongle, retinal scan—then navigated the admin panel. She carefully reset security levels on each file, reassigning “Lawson Top Secret” status and toggling the read/write permissions back to authorized users only. “There,” she said, voice steadier now as the system confirmed each update with a soft beep. “All cleared.” Maria and the team erupted in quiet cheers. Derek exhaled with relief. “Crisis averted.” Lilian closed her eyes, rubbing her temples. “Our family company—nothing can go wrong.” Maria nodded. “I’ll run a full security audit and send you the report by noon.” Lilian smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Maria. And thank you, everyone.” As they left the ICT suite, Derek placed an arm around her shoulders. “Coffee?” he offered. “My treat.” Lilian managed a genuine grin. “Yes, please.” They walked back down the corridor, the day’s chaos giving way to normal bustle. Lilian’s phone buzzed with a news alert about Silas Lancaster’s latest philanthropic initiative. She hesitated, thumb hovering over the notification. Derek nodded at her side. “Don’t let it get to you today. We’ve got enough on our plate.” She slid the phone back into her pocket. “Right. Today, Lawson comes first.” They emerged into the sunlight, leaving the ICT team to their post-mortem. Lilian inhaled deeply, steel entering her spine. She would not let anyone—or anything—undermine her family’s legacy. Not Silas, not a security glitch, and certainly not her own doubts. As they headed toward the break room, side by side, Lilian knew that every challenge—corporate or personal—would only make her stronger. And in the heart of Lawson Industries, business tumbled forward again, resilient and unwavering under her watchful eye.
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Chapter 059
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The silk sheets pooled warmly around them as the last light of dusk filtered through the gauzy curtains of Damien’s penthouse bedroom. City lights glittered in the distance, a soft chorus of traffic and distant sirens underscoring the quiet intimacy of the room. Damien reclined against a tower of pillows, a tray balanced on his lap: two flutes of sparkling wine, a small plate of prosciutto-wrapped figs, and a pair of porcelain bowls holding vanilla-crème mousse.Lilian lay beside him, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. She’d slipped out of her blazer and undone her blouse’s top buttons; her face was luminous in the candlelight. “This was a wonderful idea,” she murmured, tracing the rim of her glass.“Only the finest for you,” Damien replied, his voice smooth as the wine. He offered her a fig, and she bit into it, closing her eyes at the burst of sweet juice. They laughed softly, trading stories of the day: Lilian’s briefing at the company and Damien’s lecture at a pr
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