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Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, fine rain fell gently, and I found myself lost in the dense reports displayed on my computer screen. The glass curtain wall reflected my furrowed brow as my fingers unconsciously tapped against the now-cold coffee cup. For the third time this month, I had discovered abnormal access records in the Server logs, and Wang Tao's name felt like a thorn embedded in my retina. Suddenly, the printer emitted a buzzing sound, startling me and causing my hand to knock over the mug, brown liquid spreading across the meeting minutes like ink that refused to dissolve.
I grabbed a tissue and wiped at the spill haphazardly, my knuckles turning white from clenching. The whispers from the tea room replayed in my ears—last Wednesday during lunch break, I had heard Wang Tao’s triumphant voice through the frosted glass: "Once that fool takes the blame, the position of Marketing Director will be mine..." The crescent-shaped marks left by my nails digging into my palm throbbed painfully at this moment.
The projector cast a cold light across the conference table as I inserted the USB Drive, my sweaty fingers slipping on its metallic surface. The quarterly report meeting was just two days away, and all seven board members would be present. My fingertips glided over the touchpad, revealing a folder filled with evidence collected over the past six months: screenshots of altered budget sheets, timelines of Server abnormal logins, and surveillance footage secretly taken by Xiao Zhang from the finance department—showing Wang Tao directing his subordinates to mix defective products into new shipments.
A ping sounded as my phone lit up. Hacker Old Chen sent a test link; upon opening it, a real-time monitoring interface began displaying green code. "When the time comes, hold down F3 for five seconds, and the cloud logs will automatically project onto the main screen," he sent along with a grinning emoji. "Don’t forget to treat me to some Maotai." Staring at that comical little figure made me suddenly feel a tightness in my throat.
In the office at three in the morning, only the harsh white light of emergency lamps remained. I picked up the Laser Pointer for the thirteenth time after dropping it on the carpet; the countdown projected on the wall showed just 36 hours left. During my seventh rehearsal, the slide transition button froze unexpectedly, cold sweat instantly soaking through my shirt. Grabbing a cup of cold water, I gulped it down; droplets trickled down my chin onto my script, blurring out the words "key witness."
The vending machine in the tea room clicked as Zhao Yong bent down to retrieve a can of coffee; his uniform epaulet glinted under the corridor lights. Blocking his patrol route, this retired soldier instinctively took half a step back, his right hand resting on his baton. "Brother Zhao, on the day of last month’s warehouse fire..." I lowered my voice as I watched his pupils constrict sharply. "Did you see Supervisor Wang near the distribution room before you rushed into the flames?"
Zhao Yong's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he held the aluminum coffee can tightly in his palm. The safety door of the Fire Escape creaked ominously as he pulled out a crumpled pack of Hongta Mountain, struggling to ignite his lighter three times before it finally sparked to life. "Xiao Zhou, do you know where the blind spots are in our rooftop surveillance?" Amidst swirling smoke, he suddenly smiled wide; a scar stretched from his mouth to his ear, resembling a coiled centipede in the flickering light.
I stood by the exhaust vent of the Fire Escape, listening to Zhao Yong’s footsteps receding under Wind Sound. My phone vibrated with an encrypted email from Old Chen, containing an attachment with transaction records from Wang Tao's overseas accounts. Neon lights filtered through frosted glass, casting eerie shadows on the wall as I whispered something towards the ventilation duct; my voice echoed against its metallic walls, transforming into a vague tremor.
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