"Sir, I think you should see this." Nathaniel’s secretary barged into his office, an action he didn’t appreciate, especially after seeing the new about Sentinel’s launch and their partnership with Google, but the panick on her face showed that it was something urgent.
So he excused her for now as he asked, "what is it?"
Without giving a reply, she took the remote on his desk and turned the TV on.
It switched on, displaying the news and a shocking report on it.
"—in what many are calling a shocking revelation, new investigative documents have surfaced for the National Security Advisor Victor Langley. Reports allege that he has been involved in multiple classified dealings outside of U.S. jurisdiction, including suspected arms trading and illegal surveillance programs. The Department of Justice has announced that a federal investigation will be opened immediately."
A photo of his father appeared on screen, stern-faced, alongside clips of government officials avoiding reporters’ questions.
Nathaniel’s eyes hardened, his knuckles tightening against the armrest of his chair.
The anchor continued, "While these claims are still under review, leaked files released anonymously online point to a coordinated effort to expose Victor Langely’s foreign operations. Cybersecurity experts have confirmed the leak originated from an external breach. At this time, the identity of the group or individual responsible remains unknown."
Nathaniel’s secretary shifted uncomfortably. "Sir... I thought you’d want to—"
"Leave."
The word wasn’t said out of anger or even loudly at all, but the secretary felt her skin crawl and she hurriedly scrambled out the door.
The moment the door closed behind her, Nathaniel calmly picked up his phone, scrolled through his contacts and stopped on a number before dialing.
It rang for a couple of minutes before the call connected and a calm, mature voice came through, "speak."
"I just saw the news," Nathaniel said, "what the hell is going on old man."
"Nothing, I can’t handle." The person on the other end, Victor Langley, said.
Victor’s tone carried the same steely confidence Nathaniel had grown up with. "This is nothing more than a smear campaign. Political vultures snapping at my heels, as they always do. They’ll drag my name through the mud for a week, and then it’ll be forgotten."
Nathaniel’s jaw tightened. "You sound too calm. The report wasn’t some baseless article, Father. They had files....detailed files. Enough that the DOJ couldn’t just ignore it."
"Fabricated," Victor said without an ounce hesitation. "Or, at best, stolen documents taken out of context. My opponents have tried this game before, and they’ve always failed. You think a few journalists and some leakers can touch a power that has existed for decades? Hah."
Nathaniel’s fingers drummed against his desk, he really hated that laugh, It was the same dismissive arrogance that he remembered for his father had all these years, but something about this felt different. The timing and precision of the leak made him feel so.
"You’re sure it’s just politics?" Nathaniel pressed.
Victor chuckled low. "Of course it is. Half the country would love to see me burn, but they lack the teeth to do more than bark. I’ve survived worse."
He took a pause, as his voice grew colder. "If you’re that concerned, then use your resources. Find out who’s responsible. And when you do... make sure they regret ever lifting a finger against the Langleys."
The line went dead before Nathaniel could respond.
He leaned back in his chair, staring at the blank TV screen. His father might dismiss this as just politics, but Nathaniel’s instincts screamed otherwise. This wasn’t a random leak, it was a planned one and Nathaniel was going to ensure that he found whoever was behind it.
Nathaniel’s gaze moved to his other contacts before dialing someone else.
It rang once before an accented voice answered, "Da?"
"Dmitri." Nathaniel’s tone was cold and clipped. "You’ve seen the news?"
A low chuckle. "Of course. Your father is on every channel. It is... messy."
"I need you to find out who did it," Nathaniel snapped. "Someone was smart enough to breached our systems strong enough to hold classified files. I need you to find them. Track the breach, trace the fingerprints, I don’t care how deep you have to dig, I want their names before tomorrow ends."
Dmitri was silent for a moment, as if thinking about it before her said, "that’ll be expensive."
"I don’t care," Nathaniel growled, "as long as you can find whoever did it, I’ll pay whatever."
"I’ll get to it right away."
Receiving a satisfactory reply, Nathaniel put the phone down and leaned back on the chair... This was really annoying.
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Meanwhile, Dmitri calmly pull the phone away from his ears before grudgingly looking at his tablet.
The image of a Chibi avatar smiling in satisfaction as it looked directly at Dmitri, was displayed.

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