(Damian)
When we got back to my room, Alina’s things were already there. The staff must’ve finished moving them which was good. She sat on the bed, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone.
I grabbed my laptop and sat at the desk. “Time to end Jason’s career.”
Alina looked up, smirking. “Good.”
I opened the folder I’d been building. Screenshots, call recordings, and bank transfers—all of them showing Jason stealing from his company. He thought no one noticed, but I did.
“His boss is named Peter, right?” I asked.
Alina nodded. “Yeah. You have his email?”
“Got it.” I typed quickly, attaching the files and writing a short message.
> Peter,
Thought you should know one of your employees has been stealing from you. Attached is all the proof. Handle it however you want.
—Anonymous
