Sophia's POV
The next morning, I found Clark waiting outside my office with a flash drive in his hand.
"Got the footage," he said, that easy smile firmly in place. "Took me a while to navigate their filing system, but I managed to pull everything from the sample storage room for the past forty-eight hours."
"Thank you, Clark." I took the drive from him, turning it over in my fingers. Such a small thing to potentially contain proof of Maria's sabotage. "I really appreciate this."
"No problem. Like I said—allies are important around here." He gestured toward my office door. "Want me to stay while you review it? Sometimes it helps to have a second pair of eyes."
I hesitated. Part of me wanted to watch this alone, to have a private moment of vindication when I found the evidence I needed.
