It was obvious there was some kind of plot going on.
I turned to Vincent. "Check the document recovery folder on your desktop. The original's probably still in autosave."
He didn't move at first, making my heart skip a bit.
I can't tell what he is thinking at all.
Then he reached for his laptop.
Click. Click. Silence.
Then: "She's right," he announced.
I visibly exhaled. My knees wobbled, but I stood tall. Chin up.
Yeah, she's not winning this.
Vincent looked up slowly, eyes scanning the room.
"Apologies for the confusion," he said to the client. "There was a last-minute tampering with the file. Fortunately, the correct version is intact."
He looked at me next.
"You've done good work," he said.
The client smiled. "Clearly, someone's trying to sabotage you. But if she's under y
