The fluorescent lights hum their evening lullaby as the sixteenth floor empties around me, leaving only the ghosts of departed colleagues and the electronic heartbeat of servers maintaining their digital vigil. I remain hunched over my workstation while shadows creep across the open floor plan, my computer screen a beacon in the gathering darkness that transforms familiar spaces into something foreign and secretive. The last associate departed twenty minutes ago with a cheerful "Don't work too hard, Lila," never suspecting that my real work is just beginning.
My fingers move across the keyboard with practiced efficiency, navigating through the firm's document management system with the fluid confidence of someone who has spent countless hours learning its intricacies. The paralegal access
