The interrogation room the next morning felt like a tomb with only the sound of fluorescent, buzzing.
Jake slumped in the metal chair, his knuckles white on the armrests.
HR's lead, a stern woman named Ellis, flipped through her tablet, and said, "Timestamps show your login during the alterations, Jake. Explain what that means."
He swallowed hard, eyes darting to me in the corner, then to Alessia beside him.
"It's a mistake on my part because I only logged in for routine updates. Someone must've piggybacked my session."
"Piggybacked?" I scoffed, crossing my arms. "How convenient it is to lie... but logs don't lie."
Alessia immediately leaned forward.
"Hold on sir, Jake's been transparent... he shared his access history yesterday. This could be a backdoor exploit, not user error. I suggest we pull server diagnostics before jumping to conclusions."
"Diagnostics take time, Ms. Williams." Ellis raised a brow. "Protocol calls for immediate suspension."
