"Work, Cho," she replied, forcing her voice level, turning slightly in her chair to face him. The blue light from her primary Steele-focused screen was the only illumination. "Just catching up. Steele's networks are… complex."
Cho didn't move. His gaze flickered towards the darkened secondary monitor, then back to her face. He stepped fully into the office, closing the door softly behind him. The click was unnervingly loud.
"Don't insult my intelligence," he said quietly, his usual easy going demeanor replaced by grim seriousness. "I saw the logs. The access patterns. The queries. You weren't working on Steele. You're tunneling into Caldridge's old cases. Into Level Nine flagged material. Lilian…" He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the back of a visitor chair. "This isn't investigation. This is professional suicide. What are you doing messing with the boss's special jobs?"
