"Sir, someone hacked into our server, laid hands on our exclusive customers' portfolio, and told them to come and pick any luxury good they wanted—including our most expensive cars for free," his assistant explained breathlessly, his voice trembling with barely contained panic on the other end of the line.
Brad's blood ran cold. "What? Are you mad? How is that even possible?" His voice cracked, rising an octave as the implications crashed over him like a tidal wave.
"Sir, that's what I've been trying to tell you." The assistant's words tumbled out in a rush. "I contacted our system engineers. We've been told our system was hacked into by a hacker named Nova Ghost. Did you offend anyone? I've heard of him going against some companies in New York a few months ago. He destroyed them. Completely."
