“It’s too seamless,” he’d joked to his colleague Meena over lunch in the cantina. “I’m starting to trust it.”
He told himself it was a driver update. He told himself the rain was making him paranoid.
His daughter, Lena, was a cybersecurity analyst at a small Berlin firm. She answered on the second ring. “Dad? It’s seven a.m. Are you okay?”
“No,” he said, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands. “Something’s happening at the plant. Our SSO provider—OneLogin. I think it’s been compromised. I think someone’s inside every system we have.”
1,247. That was more than the entire engineering staff on the Hamburg site. Klaus looked around. The assembly line was half-empty—Friday shifts were light. He counted the workers he could see: seventeen. Seventeen people, each presumably logged into OneLogin once. So where were the other 1,230 sessions?