Marrissa's point of view
After my meeting with Mr. Adrian, something inside me shifted.
I was not going to cry in the bathrooms anymore.
I was not going to let Bianca or anyone run me out.
If they wanted a show?
I would give them the best damn performance they had ever seen.
Samira found me later in the break room, still gripping my coffee cup like a weapon.
"You look like you are about to commit a felony," she said brightly.
"Felony?" I echoed, smiling thinly. "More like... a strategic takedown."
She slid into the seat across from me, her eyebrows raised.
"God, I love it when you get scary," she said, laughing. "Tell me everything."
And I did.
I told her how I would start saving backup files on a separate drive in a hidden folder labeled Birthday Party Clowns. No one would ever check that one.
I told her how I would place subtle marks on my original documents. I would use things only I would recognize and if they were tampered with, I would realize immediately.
I explained how
