I did not head back to my apartment near the office. Instead, I drove straight to the duplex my mother had left me.
The place was regularly cleaned, but there was little sense of life. It was as cold and empty as a model home.
I took a shower, then changed into a comfortable set of loungewear.
I opened my laptop, which I always carried with me, and connected to an encrypted private cloud drive.
All the backup files for my most important projects were stored there.
This was a habit I had built over the years, and also a subconscious risk-prevention measure.
I pulled up every single record for the problematic project.
Soon, I spotted the problem.
The final version the system sent me after final approval was definitely different from the copy Vera had signed off on.
The difference wa
