Chapter 22

"You really think the managing director of Barrington will do something so low?" Bernice stood up from the chair and paced around the study room, her voice quivering.

"I wouldn't put it past him, Bernice. Barrington's been salivating for an opportunity like this. But for somebody to hand him our plans on a silver platter? That I did not see coming."

She had moved up to the edge of his desk and stood level with his face; her heart fluttered a thousand beats. "And you're quite sure it's an inside job? That it could be someone we know?"

He ground his teeth, flashing his eyes with anger as fists clenched. "It has to be. Barrington didn't just stumble upon our designs. It was handed to them, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it."

"Who do you think it could be?" Bernice asked now, leaning in closer to him. "Perhaps Gabriel or even someone in IT?"

Rafael shook his head. "Gabriel is loyal. I worked with him for years; he is every bit as angry about this as I am. The IT are on our side, wo