I went straight to my workstation and pulled up the company network logs. What I found made the affair look like a minor infraction. Daniel wasn’t just a developer; he was an “influencer” building his brand on “insider” leaks from my company.
There were videos filmed inside my office, showing proprietary code on screens in the background. But the worst part was Lisa’s digital footprint. I found network logs showing her login credentials accessing confidential files at 3 AM to send to him.
My sister Kate, a lawyer, arrived within the hour, but the real shock came from my children. Avery (15) and Jake (12) were sitting at the kitchen table with laptops open. “We knew, Dad,” Avery said, her fingers flying across the keyboard. “I’ve been archiving his stories for months.”
Jake spun his laptop around. “I wrote a script to track his post times against Mom’s login activity. Look at the correlation.” My sadness evaporated, replaced by a cold, hard pride. My children weren’t victims; they were my operations team.