Marcus, I need a favor. Can you access the building's CCTV system? His eyebrows raised. Depends what you need. Everything from today.
Every camera, every angle, especially Derek's office, the conference room, and the cafeteria. That's That's a lot of footage. Why? Maya's smile was enigmatic. Because sometimes the truth needs witnesses.
3:45 p. M. 2 hours and 15 minutes remaining. Maya returned to the 47th floor to find chaos brewing. Jennifer's live stream had been discovered by the company's social media monitoring team.
HR was scrambling to contain the damage as the video went viral across Twitter, LinkedIn, and TikTok. Patricia Hayes rushed past Maya without acknowledgement, arms full of incident reports and legal documents. #PrestigeFinancialBullying was trending with over 15,000 shares of Jennifer's stream, but Derek was undeterred. If anything, the viral attention made him more vicious. Emergency meeting, all interns, he announced over the intercom.
Conference room now. The seven interns assembled, tension crackling like electricity. Jennifer still held her phone, though the live stream was officially shut down. She was recording to her camera roll. Now, "Due to recent disruptions and safety violations, " Derek began, his eyes locked on Maya.
"We're implementing immediate disciplinary measures. Some of you have demonstrated behavior inconsistent with our corporate values. " Mia sat perfectly still, hands folded in her lap. Maya Chen Washington, you've been observed accessing restricted areas, handling confidential materials, and creating a hostile work environment for other interns. The accusation was so absurd that even the other interns looked confused.
Brad, a normally silent intern from Northwestern, actually spoke up. Sir, Maya hasn't done anything wrong. She's been helping all of us with our assignments. Derek's glare could have melted steel. Mr. Patterson, I don't recall asking for your input.
Jennifer, sensing the mood shifting against Derek, tried to regain control. I have everything on video. Maya was definitely acting suspicious. But the tide was turning. Other employees had gathered outside the glass conference room, watching the spectacle.
Many had seen Jennifer's live stream. They knew who the real aggressor was. Maya finally spoke, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. Mr. Williams, are you formally accusing me of misconduct? I'm stating facts.
You violated company policy multiple times today. Which policies specifically? Derek fumbled through papers. Section 4.7 of the employee handbook. Unauthorized access to sensitive materials.
Maya's eyes never left his face. Could you show me these materials I allegedly accessed? You know what you did. I'm asking for specificity. Dates, times, locations, witnesses other than Ms. Walsh.
The conference room fell silent. Derek's trap was collapsing under the weight of Maya's calm logic. Around the glass walls, employees pressed closer, sensing something momentous building. Maya's phone buzzed with a text. Conference room prepared.
Security has been notified. All board members present. Ready when you are, James. She glanced at the message, then at the wall clock. 4:00 p.