Catherine sat down at Adrian's computer and began clicking through files. Slide after slide passed by with each click, and the more screens she looked through, the darker her expression became.
"All of these are clearly made up," she said, looking up at Margaret in disdain.
"Excuse me?" Margaret barked. "Are you calling me a liar?"
Catherine shook her head, clearly not impressed.
"I mean, if you had to fabricate lies, at least make them look believable. The emails were made this evening," she went on. "The IP addresses are not compatible with Vault's system. The metadata has been changed. Whoever created these did a shoddy job."
"That's absurd," Margaret said. "I found them in his system."
"No, no," Catherine said as she rose. "You put them in his system. Then you summoned somebody t
