"Proof in this data?" he repeats, brows lifting.
Then he sighs, voice turning sharper. "Don't run around the bushes, Yunhua. Come to the point. What kind of little search operation do you have up your sleeve?"
I let out a long, dramatic sigh.
"Well, well… let me explain."
I step closer to the hologram, grab the glass of water from his desk like I own the place.
"Let's assume this alien thing is still inside the city," I say. "You've sealed the borders, you've kept the public unaware… all top-secret and shiny."
He nods slowly. "Right. What about it?"
"So then tell me—" I swirl the water in the glass, looking him straight in the eye, "—shouldn't someone, somewhere, at least once, have seen something?"
A glimpse.
A weird sound.
A shadow.
Anything.
I let the silence hang, super dramatic.
"So here is my theory," I say, lifting the glass like I'm about to deliver a TED Talk titled How to Outsmart Your Boss in 10 Minutes.
