Introduction

My peaceful night shattered when an alert flashed: my critical project's source code, leaked to a competitor, authorized with my credentials.

Before I could process the impossibility, my doorbell rang, revealing my boyfriend Matthew and best friend Molly, Molly' s face streaked with tears.

"Jennifer, how could you do this?" Matthew's voice, cold and accusatory, cut me deeper than any system alert as he scanned my apartment for "evidence."

He accused me of corporate espionage, and Molly sobbed about my "betrayal," a perfect picture of heartbroken friends.

Baffled and breathless, I could only state, "I didn't do it. Someone is setting me up."

But Matthew scoffed, dismissing my desperate plea, fully aware of my credentials' security.

The next day, he broke up with me in his office, cold and clinical, amidst the company crisis.

Later, I watched from my window as he kissed Molly passionately in the parking lot, her earlier tears replaced by laughter.

The crushing realization hit me: this was no accident; this was a coordinated attack, a complete betrayal by the two people I trusted most.

My grief lasted mere seconds before hardening into a cold, sharp fury.

They thought they' d broken me, but they were wrong.

I opened a new, encrypted file: "Investigation."