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2024-11-08 19:40:03Camilla's POV
Just after a few days, I had hardly warmed into my new seat when the first appearance of trouble began. Subtle at first, even a little laughable as if I weren't taking my job quite so seriously, a missing file here, an overlooked deadline there; nothing that couldn't be rectified with a bit of extra work. While these "accidents" were progressively becoming more frequent, suspicion began to take shape, gnawing within, that they were not quite so accidental.Ella came into my office on the fourth day, as I was just beginning to work my way through a stack of papers, most of which I already knew I'd read. They'd somehow worked their way to the top of my desk in a sea of papers I hadn't yet filed."Need some help with those?" she asked in that too-sweet of a tone.I looked up at her, trying not to show my poker face. "Actually, yes," I said. "I am unable to find last week's report on shipments. I went over it yesterday, but nRelated chapters
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