Henderson appeared one last time. “Status?”
A shadow fell across her desk. She didn’t look up. She heard the familiar wet smack of lips. Henderson.
She was trapped.
The answer was absurdly simple.
“Just taking a strategic pause to visualize the data flow,” Elena said, her voice steady for the first time all day.
Elena let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding. Then, a grin spread across her face. She experimented. showed the desktop instantly. Alt + Tab let her dance between hidden windows. Windows Key + M minimized everything all at once—a nuclear option for nosy managers.
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