The secretary sighed and turned to Philip. "Mr. Higham, you've already boarded this ship. There's no getting off now. Either you help Mr. Hackett out of this mess, or we all go down together. It's too late to back out."

It was after a long silence that he reluctantly took the card from his mother and got out of the car, his hands trembling.

By the time Philip left the vehicle, I had already arrived at the top floor of Nyce Tech. The once-bustling top floor of Nyce Tech was eerily quiet. Only a few secretaries remained at their desks.

I scowled at one of them. "Where is everybody?

They...