"How did the information leak?" Brad demanded, livid. It was late at night that same day, and he, of all people, was not in the clubs or with his friends. Brad was in the T-Vino Wineries offices. To be specific, he was in the office that had been reserved for him but never used. The office was as pristine as could be, and some of the things in there still had a light plastic shrouding them because the owner had never been there.
Brad's office was on the ground floor, not the underground offices. He preferred the upper ground to the lower levels.
Currey stepped after Brad into his office, but before he was able to formulate an answer, another male and older voice also demanded,
"That is what I want to ask!"
Currey turned to the older man, who had entered the room, and then he shut the door behind the three of them in the spacious office.