At 2:14 PM, my own mother handcuffed me right in front of 6 bank directors during a high-level executive meeting. Her charge? Stealing a $720,000 mobile lab. I didn’t resist. I didn’t cry. I calmly held up my bound hands and requested one single phone call. Because the person on the other end of that line was about to wipe that victorious smirk off her face forever…
The heavy steel handcuffs clicked shut around my wrists at exactly 2:14 in the afternoon. For a terrible, suspended second, the only sound in the entire executive boardroom was that sharp, metallic snap. I was standing at the head of a massive mahogany conference table on the forty-second floor of Sentinel Cyber Defense, the firm…
