“Nia, I was wrong! I’m so sorry… but I really didn’t mean to hurt you…” Lana cried, grabbing Niamh’s arm with a grip so tight her knuckles were white.
Niamh glanced down at Lana’s trembling hand. When Niamh remained silent, Lana continued her frantic explanation.
“It was Jarrett… He said that after you got rich, you started putting profits ahead of patients’ safety… I was scared the system really had flaws… And yes, I admit I wanted to impress Jarrett, to help him… but I also didn’t want you to go down the wrong path. I thought… I thought if I just secretly shut down the system, you’d only lose a little money, but at least no one would die… and I’d be helping Jarrett…”
Lana knew anything she said now was too little, too late, but the words kept tumbling out.
Under the dark sky, they stood beside the white BMW, one talking nonstop while the other remained silent.
“Well, congratulations then,” Niamh finally said, her voice dripping with ice. “You got what you wanted. I certainly lost money.”
“Nia…” Lana knew Niamh had every right to be angry with her. She had done far more than just cause Niamh to lose “a little money.” Leaking client information, especially sensitive health data, was a catastrophic failure in any industry. Lana was aware that The Thomas Group’s stock was plummeting, its market value shrinking, and it was now facing the worst crisis of trust in its history. And all of it… was because she had plugged that USB drive into Niamh’s laptop.
Lana knew she had done something unforgivable. It would be her own fault if Niamh never forgave her. And yet, she still desperately hoped for forgiveness, because she truly hadn’t known what would happen.
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