Click! Clack!
Click! Clack!
Elsa was glad she hadn't taken off her war shoes because she knew this was going to be interesting.
She followed her head of cybersecurity to the secure room where her head of the actual security was holding Fiske with his men.
She smiled to herself but it quickly turned into a frown as the sound of another heels clicking against the floor threw off the rhythm of her walk.
Her head of PR appeared out of the next corner, joining them as they walked. "Elsa." She nodded.
"What's it?" Elsa asked.
"We found traces of Fiske speaking to certain reporters on his devices and since we don't know exactly what he's told them, how do we address his involvement if it goes public?"