"Here are your tickets. You'll meet Abigail McBane here in New York and then fly with her to Paris tomorrow evening."
"Because some disgruntled employee keeps sending her nasty emails? There's nothing in this for us, Kenzi. Her security folks should be able to uncover something as routine as this."
"There's plenty in this and Abby doesn't want this going through her corporate folks. That's why she contacted us."
"At least be honest with me. You're doing this as a favor for a friend, not because it makes good business sense. I could be helping Liam on that job in London or Rowan figure out her Chicago museum problem. Both need some serious electronics work."
"I've got them covered. Now." Kensington pointed toward the TV mounted on the far wall of her office as a series of photos came up. "McBane Communications had a seven-minute security breach two days ago when their entire satellite system was unreachable from their central command. None of her experts could get remotely into the system while it was happening. Nor could Abby and her electronic skills are rock-solid."
Campbell took in the images that f lashed on the screen before coming to rest on Abigail McBane. She stood in front of a large backdrop, obviously speaking to an audience, her slender frame clad in a fitted business suit and sky-high heels. A lush fall of dark hair fell down her back while wide-set chocolate-brown eyes lit up her expressive face.
The entire package screamed professional and competent, yet innately feminine and he couldn't quite pull his gaze away fast enough.
"She's a beautiful woman."
Since Kensington always saw too much, Campbell deliberately turned away from the screen. "What else?"
"Did I mention her top security team can't find the breach?"
"Inside job?" The question came out, despite his best intentions to stay uninterested.
"Not on the surface. That's what's not jibing for her."
Campbell moved closer to the TV, the images pulling him like a lodestone. The damned Steele curiosity, he knew, even as he turned back to look at his sister. "They've got military-grade security. How else would someone get in? It's got to be an inside job."
Kensington's gaze was laser-sharp, the frank assessment behind her cobalt-blue eyes direct and unyielding. "Maybe yes, maybe no. We both know not everyone can be stopped with a firewall, even ones supposedly as impenetrable as McBane's. Or the government's," Kensington added for emphasis.
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