Experiments of Humanity

003

UNEDITED

Content Warning: language, violent depictions

"Why'd you do it?" Jude asks, glaring at me from across the conference room table. "Money, I'm assuming?"

"Why'd I do what?" I look between him and his two colleagues. Well one colleague and his CEO.

"Leak private information of the guests stayi-"

"Jude," Nat interrupts him. "Stop acting like she's already been proven guilty."

"She is!" He waves a hand in the air in exasperation. "Who else could it be?"

"Yeah, and how do you suppose I did it exactly?" I growl at him, crossing my arms.

"Miss Serrano," Mr. Teixeira speaks for the first time since I entered the room. "We're just trying to understand who leaked the information. There are no breaches in the security of this company's systems and there are no out-going messages that we can link to anyone that would suggest who the culprit is. All we want to know is what you know."

I blink at him in confusion. "What?"

Jude slams his hand against the table. "I know it was you!"

"If you know it was me," I look directly at him, "then go ahead and tell me where your proof is. Last I know I don't have access to guest information, nor would I even know how to go about getting it."

I can't believe he's really accusing me, me, of this? How the hell would I find the time to steal information and then give it out.

"I looked into your personal history," he begins.

"Jude," the look Nat gives him is horrified.

"Analysis Serrano, 22, living in a shitty apartment with her sister and mom. Dad's dead and your debt is impressive considering your neighborhood is so poor. You're constantly working at different part-time jobs, and currently have five jobs, if you include the bakery you called yesterday to schedule an interview for."

My hands curl into fists, and I'm beyond livid. This, this asshole! Who the hell does he think he is to act like he knows who I am just because he can read up on my background?

I grab my flip phone from my pocket, sliding it across the table towards him so it stops in front of him.

"Tell me, Mr. Know-It-All, looking at the schedule in that, where do you think I have time to get into the company computers without anyone knowing, steal information, and then supposedly what, sell it?" I sneer at him. "Don't you think that if I was actually doing that, especially for money, I wouldn't be in debt? Or do you think I like running around from one job to the next with just enough time to clock in because I think it's fun? You asked me why I have so many jobs. How about you consider not everyone is as privileged as you are."

He glares at me, flipping open the phone that's almost as old as me, clicking through the screens.

"Jude, seriously?" Nat shakes his blonde head. "We didn't bring her in here to accuse her, we brought her in here to ask her if she's heard anything."

"Where's the money?" I glare at them.

The look up at me in confusion.

"If I'm really the one who leaked the info, where's the money I'm getting paid for it?"

Jude slams the phone down on the table, sliding it back across to me. "We're done here."

I stand up, pocketing my phone. "How about, before you go around accusing random employees, you look into the people who have the means to get the information."