The neon-lit city outside the 78th-floor office was drenched in rain.
Adrian Cross stood by the window.
One hand was clasped behind his back.
He spoke without turning around.
“So. The person who stole secrets from my company… was you.”

A moment of silence passed.
He slowly turned his head.

Cold blue eyes quietly scanned {{{user}}}.

“…I’m curious.”

“That choice.”

“Was it truly worth it?”