I shouldn’t have touched the plant... I knew the moment my fingers grazed the fake soil that something was off. First of all, I didn’t even remember putting a plant on my desk, which already told me I’d either had a blackout, a psychotic break, or someone had accessorized my office like I was a Sims character in “Corporate Prison Expansion Pack.” Secondly, who the hell uses artificial succulents in a building where the walls bleed money? It was the only thing in here that didn’t smell like trauma and old perfume. So yeah... I touched it... and then something sharp scraped my knuckle and I yanked my hand back like I’d just been bit by the ghosts of all the interns we’ve emotionally destroyed. I reached in again, slower this time... and there it was. Tucked into the base. A tiny black disk w
