“That data proves the product is safe,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Julian changed the toxicity reports, Victoria. You’re helping him poison the launch.”

Victoria laughed, a harsh, dry sound that echoed off the stainless steel cabinets.

“Julian is a fool, but he is a useful one,” she said.

She tipped the can further, splashing the liquid onto the main server rack in the corner.

“When this place burns, Andrew will have no choice but to merge with my family’s firm to survive,” she said.

“You’re going to ruin the company,” I said, moving another step closer to the refrigerator.

“I am saving it from Andrew’s sentimentality,” she snapped. “And I am saving him from you.”

She reached into her designer evening clutch and pulled out a heavy metal lighter.

“Stop,” I said, reaching out. “The fumes are too thick. You’ll catch yourself on fire.”

“Stay back!” she shrieked, flicking the wheel.

A small orange flame danced between us, illuminating the sweat on her forehead.

I looked at the hard drive, then at the small glass vials of the original sample behind the reinforced glass of the fridge.