Maya stayed late again on Tuesday, but this time it wasn't for work. Jake's mysterious behaviour had been eating at her all weekend. She'd noticed him leave early, taking personal call in hushed tones, and that paint smudge wasn't a one-time thing.
The office was eerily quiet as she made her way to Jake's desk. This is wrong, she told herself, even as she jiggled his locked drawer. This is a violation of privacy and probably several HR policies.
But Maya Chen has always been thorough.