Calculated Risk

"What did you find?" Taking a sip of beer, a man with a goatee asked the blonde man seated opposite to him.

"It's not an external threat." The blonde man answered and took a bite of the soft, chewy bread. "Someone from within was helping them."

Maxim placed the beer cup down and pinched his brows. "To think that it would be this troublesome…"

"Things are getting out of hand lately. The higher ups aren't stopping and fixing the internal problems. Instead they're charging towards more difficulties and making matters worse for everyone involved."

Maxim was still pinching his brows and thinking. "There are so many troublemakers that I can't point at one single person."

The blonde man sighed and asked, "Are you even listening?"

"Yes, I am." Maxim answered swiftly. "There's nothing that can be done about the higher ups. We need to keep fixing the mess they cause."