The office is too bright for this late hour, but it's necessary for untangling the mess.
My fingers drifted over the keyboard, tracing code behind the spreadsheets, hunting each anomaly that caused today's chaos.
Tiffany leaned against the edge of my desk, her presence effortless, as if she belonged there even though I'd invited no one.
"You look like you've been chewing glass," she said, smirking lightly. Her voice, always too soft, too familiar, had a way of settling into me, tugging at nerves I didn't know existed.
"I've got a mess here," I admitted, tapping a key that brought a cascade of corrupted entries to the forefront.
Somehow, someone's been accessing our financials and rerouting funds, messing with the accounts.
If this sabotage succeeds, it could jeopardize everything we've worked for, crashing not just the financial integrity of the company but potentially implicating us in a scandal that none of us might recover from.
