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"Why?"
A long silence passed.
Then Greg said, "Because I signed off on things."
"Not the altered report."
"No."
He swallowed.
"But other things."
Adrien waited.
"My promotion came after the supplier change."
That surprised him.
"Greg."
"I didn't know everything."
The words came quickly.
"I swear I didn't."
Adrien watched him.
"I believe you."
Greg looked up.
"But I think you knew enough to ask more questions."
Greg looked down.
That was the answer.
"I told myself I was protecting the company."
His voice became quieter.
"I told myself I was protecting the people who worked there."
"And now?"
"Now I think I was protecting myself."
Adrien did not know what to say.
Because that was the most honest thing anyone at Northbridge had admitted.
Not innocence.
Not evil.
Fear.
The kind of fear that made ordinary people choose silence.
A knock interrupted them.
Both men turned.
Greg froze.
"Did you tell anyone I was here?"
"No."
Another knock came.
Harder.
Greg walked toward the door slowly.
Adrien stood.
The person outside knocked again.
This time they spoke.
"Greg."
Adrien recognized the voice.
Daniel.
Greg opened the door.
Daniel looked between them.
"I was hoping I was wrong."
Greg sighed.
"You followed me?"
"No."
Daniel held up his phone.
"Security notified me that Adrien entered the building records room after hours."
Adrien frowned.
"That was yesterday."
Daniel nodded.
"I know."
"Then why are you here now?"
Daniel looked at Greg.
"Because I found out someone else accessed those records tonight."
Greg's face changed.
"Who?"
Daniel looked uncomfortable.
"Victoria."
Nobody spoke.
The name carried weight.
Not because it proved anything.
Because it created another question.
Why would the CEO personally search old records after midnight?
"She knows," Greg said quietly.
Daniel looked at him.
"Knows what?"
Greg did not answer.
Adrien watched the two men.
There was a gap between what they knew.
And somehow, he was standing directly inside it.
"What did she access?" Adrien asked.
Daniel looked at him.
"Archived engineering files."
"Which ones?"
Daniel hesitated.
"The original Oxil development records."
Adrien felt his attention sharpen.
"Why?"
"That is what I was trying to find out."
"Did you?"
Daniel shook his head.
"No."
A strange feeling moved through Adrien.
Not fear.
Not exactly.
Recognition.
The company was not trying to hide one failure.
They were trying to keep an old story buried.
The next morning, Northbridge announced that the Meridian client visit had been postponed.
The official statement blamed scheduling conflicts.
Nobody believed that.
By noon, rumors had already spread through the facility.
Some people said the contract was dead.
Some said Adrien had sabotaged the demonstration.
Some said Victoria was about to resign.
The truth was that almost nobody knew anything.
But people hated empty spaces.
They filled them.
Adrien learned that while standing near the vending machines when two employees stopped talking as soon as they saw him.
One of them finally said, "For what it's worth, I don't think you did it."
Adrien looked at him.
The employee looked embarrassed.
"Thanks."
"I mean it."
Adrien nodded.
"But why?"
The man shrugged.
"Because my dad worked here."
That was not the answer Adrien expected.
"He always said the people who actually knew the machines were the ones nobody listened to."
The employee walked away before Adrien could respond.
Later that afternoon, Adrien received an email from an unknown address.
No greeting.
No explanation.
Only one attachment.
A photograph.
He opened it.
The picture showed an old engineering meeting from seven years earlier.
Victoria was there.
Frank was there.
Several managers who no longer worked at Northbridge were there.
And in the corner of the room, barely visible, was Adrien.
Not speaking.
Not presenting.
Just standing beside the equipment model he had spent weeks analyzing.
He zoomed in.
There was something on the table in front of them.
A folder.
His original report.
Then he noticed the timestamp.
The photograph had been taken after his report was supposedly rejected.
Adrien stared at the image.
Someone had known the report mattered.
Someone had known before everyone claimed they did not.
Then another message appeared beneath the attachment.
A single sentence.
You were never the first person they ignored.
Adrien read the sentence three times.
You were never the first person they ignored.
He looked at the photograph again.
Not at Victoria.
Not at the managers.
Not even at himself.
He looked at the folder sitting on the table.
The original report.
The one everyone claimed had been handled.
The one that had somehow survived seven years without disappearing completely.
His phone buzzed before he could decide what to do.
The message came from the same unknown address.
Another attachment.
This time, a scanned document.
Adrien opened it.
At the top was a company letterhead from seven years earlier.
Below it was a short statement from Frank Delaney.
A formal engineering objection.
A warning that the supplier change created a risk that had not been fully tested.
At the bottom was a signature line.
Approved by Operations.
Victoria Sterling.
But underneath that approval was another note.
Handwritten.
Not for distribution.
Adrien felt his stomach tighten.
The note was from Victoria.
The handwriting matched the old approval records.
It said:
If this fails, we need to know exactly why.
He stared at the words.
They did not make sense.
Not at first.
They did not sound like the words of someone trying to hide a problem.
They sounded like someone who knew there was a problem and was waiting.
His first instinct was anger.
Then suspicion.
Then something more uncomfortable.
Doubt.
Because the story he had built in his head was simple.
Victoria ignored the warnings because she cared more about money than people.
But reality rarely stayed simple for long.
Adrien found Daniel in the executive conference room later that afternoon.
The same room where everything had started.
The same table.
The same chairs.
But the room felt different now.
Nobody was performing.
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Nobody was trying to win.
Daniel looked exhausted.
