JASPER
I stared at the screen, waiting and refreshing, tapping my fingers on the table absent-mindedly.
Access to the file was denied. I moved the cursor again and clicked into another section. It was the same thing.
“f**k!” I muttered under my breath, slamming the table with my fist.
System fails, and file glitches, but not this clean. I leaned closer, resting my elbow on the desk, fingers brushing my jaw as I opened the backend logs.
Searching for anything, any trace that someone had been here before me. Because if the records had been tampered with, the system would always show.
I inhaled as rows of timestamps filled the screen. I scrolled, slower this time.
The override entries were still there, but the consultation logs and approval signatures were still missing, like in other
