(Sebastian)
By six, I had read the same email three times without taking in a word. Zara was still at her desk finishing work, and her bag was in the trunk of her car. Knowing she was coming home with me had made concentrating difficult all afternoon. I finally closed my laptop and stood.
Priya called before I reached the door. IT had finished reviewing access to the old project schedule. Marcus had downloaded it two days before the reporter contacted communications. The timing wasn't proof by itself, but it gave us more than we had yesterday.
"Keep looking."
"We are."
I picked up my keys.
"Don't let him know."
"He won't hear it from me."
I ended the call and headed toward Zara's desk.
She was shutting down her computer when I reached her. Most of the other employees had already l
