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"You want... in?"

"Yep. Look, let's cut the bullshit. You got fed up being the lowest of the low so you decided to get some payback at the snooty bitch up top. Dunno how you did it, my best guess is ****. Maybe ****? I checked, and you're not on any of the clearance lists for the other computer boys, so I'm thinking you probably predate the system and nobody thought to limit your access, am I right?"

She's right, actually. About the access. Your previous boss just gave you full admin access before he left, and you've never bothered to change that.

"I... haven't thought of that before..."

"So it's **** then?"

"...yes?"

"Huh. Well, whatever. However you do it I want in. Those two ladies in archives are your work too?"

You try not to let your face give anything away but fail spectacularly.

"Thought so. Now, here's what I have in mind. I don't care if you do this to get even or to get hard. I don't judge. Hell, I can even appreciate it myself if I'm being honest. Tight lady like her, all curves and big eyes? Shit, I don't blame you. But I have bigger plans."

She stands up and starts walking again. She gives you a restless impression, like there's a queue of other guys to do her Columbo act for and you're holding her up.

"This place is crawling with rich, fucked up assholes. All I need is for one of them to do something bad to me. Something public that they'll owe me for. I'm thinking early retirement, nice severance, stuff like that. I've seen your work, I'm sure you can think of something"

"You... uh... want me to make someone **** you?"

"I can take it. Not like any of these scrawny fucks could do any real damage anyway. And hey, I've taken hits for money before, it's basically in my job description"

This has taken a very different turn from what you thought it would. It looks like you may get out of this without any harm done. To you anyway.

"It has to be public, with witnesses, and footage. I don't want them stonewalling me, I want them to come begging for me to shut my mouth and take their money. Oh, yeah, so it'd have to be someone important. One of the executives, or higher"

"I think... I mean, yeah, I... We can do something". You're more lucid now that the panic is settling. Your brain has room to think. This is something you can handle. If that's all she wants, you can think of a few ways to do this.

"Good!", she's stopped pacing, "I'm glad we could come to an understanding. And I didn't even need to explicitly threaten you! I knew you were a smart one". She grins.

"Right, yeah". You've managed to pull up your underwear, covering your shame. How did she get in here anyway? Didn't you lock the door?

As you shift the QEBP around, trying to get your pants on, you remember something. It feels like a long time ago now, but...

"Hey, uh... Guard... Lady?"

"You can call me Bridget"

"Right, Bridget. Catch"