Camila Davis had never imagined Harper Thompson could be so reckless, so utterly unhinged.
Yet, even with things escalating to this point, Camila didn’t let anger cloud her judgment. She kept her composure as she spoke. “Since I arrived today, I haven’t opened the file again. There’s a security camera right behind my desk—if any of you doubt me, you’re welcome to check the footage.”
She paused, her voice steady. “I’m not saying this to dodge responsibility. If there’s an error in the data, then as team lead, I’ll accept the consequences as the rules demand. I’ll personally apologize to the injured colleague and cover her medical expenses—whatever she needs.”
“But I want to make it clear: the data was never tampered with while it was in my hands. I hope you’ll give me the chance to prove my integrity.”
Harper’s eyes narrowed, and before anyone else could speak, she cut in sharply, “So what—you’re saying you did nothing wrong, and it was Benjamin who sabotaged the file? Benjamin’s been the last to leave the lab every night for this project. I’ve seen his dedication myself! How can you try to pin this on him just to escape blame?”
She made it sound as if she was defending Benjamin Torres out of fairness.
Garth, standing nearby, exploded. “You’re being impossibly stubborn! The facts are right in front of us and you’re still making excuses! And don’t you realize your statements are contradicting each other?”
Camila met his outburst with unruffled calm. “There’s no contradiction. I just refuse to admit to something I didn’t do. If somebody did frame me, that would ruin my reputation. I’m willing to take responsibility because this file was our team’s work. If one set of data caused delays, I’ll answer for it.”
As she finished, the room grew tense. All the senior staff aside from Abner Young frowned, clearly dissatisfied with Camila’s stance. To them, she sounded evasive, just like Garth had said.
He now went a step further, voice harsh and final. “Camila Davis, you clearly don’t understand your mistake. Even now, you’re twisting the facts! People on the outside praise you, but it’s obvious you’ve only gotten this far thanks to Eric Morris shielding you! You think you can do whatever you want here at the institute!”
After his tirade, Garth turned to Abner Young, his tone grave. “Mr. Young, I say we act according to the institute’s code and dismiss her immediately. Otherwise, how can we expect anyone here to trust leadership?”
It sounded like a righteous demand, but in truth, he was pressuring Abner Young to make a quick decision and punish Camila.
Garth hadn’t expected such a tepid response after all his urging. He bristled, raising his voice. “What’s left to investigate? The facts are obvious—Camila made the mistake! Or do you really want to protect her?”
Abner’s rank was about equal to Garth’s; he wasn’t subordinate, and being challenged like this was starting to grate on him. “I value talent, but that’s not the same as protecting anyone unjustly. You know what kind of person I am.”
Everyone knew Abner Young’s reputation—he was famously principled, with a stubborn streak a mile wide. No one liked having their cases land on his desk; he was unfailingly tough, no matter who was involved.
He’d also worked with Camila recently and seen her character firsthand. She wasn’t the type to shirk responsibility.
Garth understood this, too. He realized he wouldn’t be able to force Abner’s hand today, so he reined in his tone and asked, “Then what do you propose?”
Abner had already made up his mind. “The institute has its rules, but we don’t punish people without proof. Since Camila stands by her statement, we’ll suspend her pending investigation. She’ll wait at home for the outcome. If it turns out she’s innocent, I’ll personally see that her name is cleared. But if she is at fault…”

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