The next morning, walking into the office was a masterclass in acting. I walked past Daniel’s desk, where he sat with his feet up, looking smug. He offered a casual wave, the arrogance radiating off him like heat from pavement.
I sat through executive meetings knowing that everything I said might end up on TikTok by noon. But now, we were watching. Every keystroke Daniel made was being mirrored to a secure server. We weren’t just catching an affair; we were building a federal case.
We decided to wait and let them hang themselves. The turning point came when Lisa, living in a hotel, tried to log into her own company’s network. She found herself locked out. It turned out she had been feeding him their market research too.
Desperate to maintain his “insider” status, Daniel posted a frantic video titled “My Truth: Toxic Startup Culture.” It was a fatal error. In his attempt to paint himself as a victim, he inadvertently flashed confidential schematics from his *previous* employer.