JOHN’S POV.

“Who the heck did this!? Who did it?” I asked, getting to my feet. I stared at the video. It had happened just minutes ago. How did someone manage to film the whole thing?

The video had started when we were already out of the elevator. It felt like the person had been waiting for the moment I’d slip up, so they could make their move, and then they had gotten their patience’s worth.

Storming away from behind my desk, I made to walk right out of my office, and confront the employees. They would all lose their jobs if they couldn’t provide me with the one who...