He did not look me in the eye as he held open the exit door.

I walked out into the cool, gray afternoon air, the city noise crashing over me.

I stood on the pavement, my mind racing through the details of the video.

The lighting in the hallway had been off.

The shadow behind me on the screen did not match the direction of the overhead corridor lights.

It was a setup, and Julian and Victoria had planned it perfectly.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Koko’s number.

She answered on the second ring. “Elila? Did you tell him?”

“Victoria was there,” I said, my voice barely a whisper as I walked toward the subway station. “She had footage. They suspended me.”

“What?” Koko gasped. “What footage?”

“They modified a security tape to make it look like I was stealing files from Andrew’s office,” I said.

I stopped under the concrete awning of the station, out of the wind.

“I need to prove it was faked,” I said, looking back at the towering glass facade of Leprince Corp.