My Temporary Boss Framed Me for a Data Breach — She Didn’t Know My Last Name Was on the Building
Part 2
The phone call lasted exactly four minutes and thirty seconds.
I sat in my car in the subterranean parking structure with the engine turned off.
My cardboard box rested quietly on the passenger seat.
General Counsel Dan Evans had picked up before the second ring even finished.
My father had already been in direct contact with him.
Dan’s measured voice carried an urgency he could not fully conceal.
I laid out exactly what the situation required.
I demanded an immediate legal hold on all digital records from the fourteenth floor going back four full years.
I instructed him to convene the board of directors within the hour.
I demanded a complete and total blackout on my identity until I gave the final signal.
Dan confirmed he understood the severe directives.
I ended the call and sat in the quiet concrete structure.
I stared straight ahead at nothing in particular.
I wasn’t angry about the fabricated data breach or the termination.
Anger requires an element of surprise.
I had been watching this exact scenario build methodically for three weeks.
I felt a sudden, profound clarity wash over me.
The problem I had been studying had finally revealed its full, ugly shape.
I drove home and changed my shirt.
Forty minutes later, I returned to the massive building.
I did not enter through the sprawling front lobby this time.
I took the executive elevator directly from the private parking level.
I entered the access code my father had given me on my first day back in the country.
I rode the car directly to the thirty-second floor.
The executive offices and the main boardroom occupied the entire western face of the building.
The view from up there looked out over the entire city.
The people at the top spent far too much time looking outward instead of looking down at their own people.
My father was already standing at the head of the long boardroom table.
Dan Evans was setting up his laptop alongside two senior members of the legal team.
Brenda Clark sat at the far end of the expansive table.
She had delivered my brutal termination notice just hours earlier.
She maintained careful composure, but she clearly understood her position had changed drastically since the morning.
My father confirmed the sweeping legal hold was already in place.
The IT security team was currently running a parallel audit of the data access logs.
Nobody on the fourteenth floor had been informed of any changes.
They still firmly believed they had won their vicious little game.
I walked the board through the deliberate assignment of blame and the fabricated data breach.
Dan’s team pulled the verified access logs thirty minutes later.
The data extraction had been initiated through my credentials, but the originating IP address belonged to Tyler’s workstation.
The framing was incredibly sloppy and entirely unambiguous.
My father looked directly at me.
He asked me exactly how I wanted to proceed with the situation.
I told him I wanted the scheduled all-hands meeting to proceed at four o’clock.
I wanted the evidence presented without any prior announcement of who I really was.
What would Megan’s face look like when the temporary associate she just fired stepped onto the chairman’s stage?
