“You are still here?”Noah looked up from his screen. The office lights were dimmed, most desks empty, the air, stale and cold. Mark stood by the aisle with his jacket on, keys in hand, eyes looking past Noah instead of meeting them.“I wanted to finish the compliance report,” Noah said. “The client meeting was moved up this afternoon.”Mark nodded too quickly. “Right. That meeting.” He shifted his weight. “Well, don’t stay up too late.”“Yeah..I’m almost done.”Mark’s mouth opened, then closed. “Good luck,” he said, and walked away.“ Thanks,” Noah smiled.Noah turned back to his screen. He typed, paused, frowned, and hit refresh. The file failed to save. He tried again. An error message blinked once, then disappeared.“Hmm….That’s strange,” he muttered.He opened his email to send a backup copy. The send button grayed out.“What?” He clicked again. Nothing.He checked the network icon. Connected. He refreshed the inbox. No new messages. He tried opening the internal chat. It refused

“Sign it and this nightmare ends tonight.”Noah stared at the contract on the table. The room was small, windowless, lit by a single fluorescent bulb that looked like it had seen better days. His name was printed at the top of the page, bold and clean, like it belonged to someone else.“But…I didn’t do anything,” Noah said.The man across from him folded his hands. His suit was expensive but plain. His expression, wicked. “That is not what this is about anymore.”“So you want me to lie,” Noah said. “You want me to confess to something I didn’t do.”“We want to help you,” the man replied. “Help you get out of this.”Noah let out a tired breath. “Help yourself …you mean?”The man smiled faintly.“And what do I get in return?” Noah asked.The man slid another document forward. “No jail time. No more lawsuits. Your debt disappears. You leave the city and start over somewhere else.”Noah laughed quietly. “With a criminal record.”“With your freedom,” the man corrected impatiently.“I'll lo

"Don't send it."Noah froze, phone halfway to his ear.Martha stood in the doorway of his apartment, arms crossed. "You don't need to change the passwords," she said. "It'll just slow things down."Noah lowered the phone. "Slow what down?""Work. Transfers. You know how it is."He looked at her face. The way she tilted her head. The easy smile. The old Noah would have said okay and moved on."I'm changing them," Noah said.Her smile tightened. "But…why now?""Uhmmm…because I want to.""That's not a good reason.""It's the only one you're getting."She moved closer. "You're being paranoid, babe.""Maybe."Her eyes dropped to his phone. "Did Mark say something?""Nope."She let out a breath. "Then what's all this about?"Noah felt the pressure behind his eyes. The system was watching. Always watching."I need the passwords back," he said. "All of them.""Right now?""Yes."Martha stared at him. "You don't trust me anymore?"He wanted to hold her hands and tell her he trusted her. That s

"Why are they all staring at you like that?"Noah didn't look away from his screen. His hands were shaking. He pressed them flat against the desk."I don't know….Maybe because I stopped being useful."Sarah pulled a chair closer. "That's not funny.""I'm not joking."She lowered her voice. "Ever since yesterday, management's been asking questions. Not normal ones though."Noah's stomach tightened. "What kind of questions?""About you. Your access habits. Your work hours. Who you talk to." She paused. "What you said in meetings. What you didn't say."Noah finally looked at her. "And what did you tell them?"Sarah hesitated. "Nothing. I just said that you're good at your job.""That's enough to make people nervous."She frowned. "You're acting like you're waiting for something bad to happen.""I am."She leaned closer. "What did you do, Noah?"He shook his head. His throat felt tight. "I didn't do anything. That's the problem."Sarah stood slowly. She looked scared. "Ok then. Just... wa

"Close the door."Noah turned. Sarah stood behind him, hand still on the knob."You shouldn't say that so loud," she added.He glanced around the office floor. Empty. Too empty for a Tuesday night. "Say what?""That you're still here," she said. "They notice patterns."Noah pulled his chair back. "You stayed too."She hesitated. Then stepped inside and closed the door. "I wanted to warn you.""About?"She lowered her voice. "People who don't fold to pressure don't last long in roles like this."Noah studied her face. "And you think I won't fold.""I know you won't."He leaned back. "You didn't come here just to scare me."She exhaled. "I saw your name."His chest tightened. "Where?""On a list," she said. "Not here. Somewhere else.""Where?"She shook her head. "I don't know exactly. But it wasn't just our company."The system pulsed faint behind his eyes."Say that again," Noah said."There were logos," Sarah continued. "Different firms. Legal. Finance. Tech. All sharing something."