PART 2: THE JANITOR EVERYONE MOCKED WAS THE WOMAN WHO COULD DESTROY THEM ALL
The hallway had gone completely silent.
Not office silent.
Funeral silent.
Briana’s fingers trembled against the edge of the desk as she scrolled through the files that had suddenly appeared on every screen in the building.
Unauthorized payroll edits.
Deleted overtime requests.
Internal complaints buried before reaching HR.
And at the bottom of every document—
Administrative Override Approved.
Briana Moss.
“No…” she whispered.
Marcus looked from the screen to Nora and back again.
“You had access to the executive server?”
Nora still hadn’t moved.
Her mop rested quietly against the wall beside her.
Like she had all the time in the world.
