~Alessia~
The next day, the conference room felt like a pressure cooker as Lorenzo grilled Jake across the polished table.
The intern fidgeted, sweat beading on his forehead, his tie askew.
"It... It was a simple... e-entry error," Jake stammered, his voice shaking. "I swear, sir, I... I didn't alter anything."
Lorenzo's gaze was steel, unyielding.
"Errors don't just appear in ledgers, Jake. We have logs, your access timestamp matches the changes. Procedure demands we verify every lead."
I shifted in my seat, my notes forgotten, a knot forming in my gut. Jake had been nothing but eager, helping me with late-night spreadsheets, grabbing coffees without complaint.
"Mr Morano," I interjected, my tone measured. "He's green, sure, but this seems off. Maybe it's a system glitch... those old software bugs we flagged last month."
The room stilled, eyes darting between us. Lorenzo's jaw ticked, his fingers drumming the table.
