He deleted the good version from the visible folder and backed it up privately. It would be his insurance. Then he walked past Brad’s office, watching through the glass as Brad leaned back, feet on the desk, scrolling through the first slide with exaggerated satisfaction. “This is gold,” he said aloud to himself.
Ethan smiled. “Solid gold,” he murmured under his breath. The kind that will sink you. He returned to his desk and closed Slack for the evening, the quiet satisfaction of impending justice wrapping around him like a warm coat.