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I look up, and sure enough, there’s a security camera in the corner of his office.

Is that in case someone tries what I’m about to do?

Well, hopefully he won’t be too mad at me.

I wave at the camera. “This is what you get for stalking me in your meeting rooms.”

Just in case he watches the tape later.

For now, I try 123456 for the pin code.

Nope. That would’ve been too easy.

I try 654321.

Still no.

I try different permutations of his birth date.

None work.

The beginning and end digits of his phone number don’t work either.

If I keep this up, the computer will lock me out for too many failed attempts.

Then I recall something he’d said right before I stormed out of that meeting room, about how you can use numbers to represent the letters of the alphabet in a favorite word.

Could it be that simple?

I convert what I think might be his favorite word—Neo—to 140515.

Score!

The computer unlocks, and the first thing that stares me in the face is an email Vlad must’ve been drafting before he locked his screen.

Its subject line states: “Britney Archibald’s Termination.”

Unable to help myself, I skim the message.

Of course.

Vlad figured out she was the leak and the one spreading the rumors. Attached are transcripts of instant messenger conversations where she told Mike how I was testing sex toys with multiple men at Binary Birch, including the guy in HR whose name happens to be in the “To” of Vlad’s email.

She is so screwed.

Somehow, Vlad even managed to dig up proof that Britney had hacked the social media accounts of her ex from the sales department—something that was only rumored until now.

It’s official.

Britney bit off more than she could chew when she gave Vlad’s name to Cosmo.

Minimizing the email, I check Vlad’s calendar to see where he is.

Huh.

He’s at 1000 Devils, and where the agenda should be is my name.

Is he asking his brother for some relationship advice?

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