Sara Michaels
The security guard tapped on the keyboard again while frowning deeply at the monitor.
“I’m sorry, sir,” he said apologetically. “The footage from that exact section of the staircase is corrupted. It looks like it was deliberately deleted or overwritten. There’s nothing usable from the moment Miss Valerie started falling.”
Valerie’s smirk widened. She crossed her arms triumphantly and looked around the small monitoring room with satisfaction.
“See?” she said loudly, her voice dripping with mock innocence. “Even the cameras can’t prove anything. It was clearly Sara’s fault. She must have tripped me when no one was looking. I told you she doesn’t belong here.”
A few guests murmured uncomfortably. Valerie’s friend nodded vigorously beside her, clearly enjoying the moment.
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