Alaric stepped briskly across the floor, heading straight toward the Senior Manager's office. The hallway was quiet, though he could still hear the faint sound of shoes from other employees passing by in the distance.
This time, the door opened without needing a passcard or pin. Maybe only the director's room had such privileges. After all, if you think about it, managers are still just employees — ones who could lie or betray if they wanted to.
One such betrayal was exactly what Alaric suspected: the possibility that someone had been working behind his back to ruin his name. Though he still didn't know the motive.
He began scanning the room. His senses swept across the large wooden desk cluttered with folders, scattered papers, and a computer that was still turned on, its screen displaying a half-open Excel sheet.
He frowned and muttered to himself, "How could he leave this open like that? So careless. What if someone came in and sabotaged it?"
