Jonathan's POV
My phone buzzed relentlessly while I worked to wipe the security footage clean. The constant vibration sent sharp pulses through my already pounding skull as adrenaline coursed through my system. Savannah's desperate plea on national television still echoed in my mind, driving every calculated move I made in this cramped office.
Having a duplicate of my boss's security card made infiltrating his pathetic blackmail scheme almost laughably easy. The arrogant fool always considered himself untouchable, never bothering to properly secure his so-called golden information. Without his stupidity, I never would have found the opportunity to help Savannah without exposing myself in the process.
