who had been sitting silently near the aisle, stood abruptly.
“Daniel?”
Daniel ignored him.
His eyes stayed on me.
“You can’t prove that.”
Marcus spoke from behind us.
“We can.”
Daniel went still.
Marcus lifted a sealed folder.
“Device logs, IP records, timestamps and internal messages.”
Patricia stared at me as though finally seeing me clearly.
I hadn’t merely discovered their theft.
I had let it continue long enough to document the pattern.
Daniel had assumed my silence meant ignorance.
Patricia had assumed my generosity meant weakness.
They had chosen
